Maid, of honour

I rose up before the sun today. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve been so excited and energetic on a Monday morning, but I truly am. After a whole weekend of setting everything up, today is the day I’ll finally get to reap the rewards, to see the seeds of my corruption bloom and enrapture this school.

I smile as I look down on my phone, where the Sophistry Generator is open. My faithful accomplice. It’s displaying Ivy’s page, and I read her new belief once again.

• The user deserves the best standards of living so he can focus on enforcing his authority. Target believes she should ensure those standards are met. (Path belief. Effect strength may increase over time.)

I picked the maid path in the end. I know, I know. My argument was already barely within my rules as it was, with only a tenuous rationale holding it up, only for me to end up picking the more selfish of the two paths on top of it. I suppose that’s a bit hypocritical of me, but consider the following argument:

I really wanted it.

The thought of Ivy prancing about in a stereotypical maid getup, constantly trying to satisfy my every need, all while keeping her contrarian spirit, and with the ability to enthrall up to 10 additional maids, if I ever want them; it’s simply too much temptation for my feeble mind to resist.

I’m generally pretty bad at resisting temptation, to be honest. Should any gods wish to bring about their nemesis, their poetic justice, to my arrogant hubris, all they’d need to do is put me in the same lake as Tantalus, simply replacing the fruit tree with a nice pair of tits. Easy way to make me suffer forevermore.

Look, I promise I’ll actually try to use Ivy’s fealty to bring order to the school, and make sure the quality of the education gets better. But I’ll also use her as my servile housemaid-cum-cum-slut. That way, everyone’s happy!

+18 BS. 18 remaining.

Ah, there we go! I felt naked without a single BS to my name. Feeling this little reserve of energy at the back of my mind is as familiar and reassuring as the weight of my phone in my pocket.

Speaking of which, I should probably get dressed and ready for work. I still have a few more papers to grade for later today, despite the time I spent working on them yesterday evening.

I go about my morning routine before leaving for my classroom. Sure, it’s way too early for class to start, but my bedroom is so cramped that I just prefer to be outside of it whenever I can.

Hopefully Ivy will help change that soon enough.

After reaching my classroom, I spend around an hour or so finishing up the grading, before getting up to grab coffee from the teachers’ lounge nearby. But on the way there, I hear some strange sounds coming from around the corner. As I turn into it, I find a few familiar faces.

“Look, it’s real simple, if you’re not gonna pay, you’ll have to face the consequences.”

Tatiana and two of her thugs corner a shorter girl against the far wall, standing heads and shoulders above her in such a way that I can’t see the poor victim’s face from where I’m standing.

All three bullies turn around to look at me as I approach them, before going back to their harassment, undeterred by my presence. Surely an effect of the belief I recently put into Tatiana.

I slowly approach the group.

This feels very different from how things were when I found her bullying Rachel. Instead of unbridled rage, all I feel is curiosity. It’s not like anything bad can happen to that girl.

And she seems to know it. As I approach, I get a better angle on her face. She’s not a girl from my class, but this isn’t the first time I see her.

Glasses. That somewhat sarcastic girl from yesterday who sees nipple pinching as the best way to enforce discipline.

Interestingly, her face shows a calmness that no girl in this school could’ve displayed in these circumstances, if it weren’t for Tatiana’s path making her be seen as a non-threat by everyone around her except her goons.

She notices me and nods a polite greeting, but quickly lose interest in me, and instead turns back to Tania. Seems like she doesn’t even want me to intervene.

“What consequences?” She asks tauntingly, with a daring smirk on her face.

“Oh we’ve got a feisty one, haven’t we? What happened to the Zara who’d give me all her cash without a fuss?”

Zara, so that’s Glasses’ real name.

“Cass,” Tatiana continues, turning to the tall, surprisingly buff woman to her side. “Why don’t you show this little bitch what we do to people like her?”

The statuesque girl chuckles in an unusually coarse voice, before stepping away to the middle of the corridor. Tatiana follows suit, standing right in front of Cass. She then tucks her hair behind her ears to clear her face, and leans forward ever so slightly.

Both Zara and I have only a second to wonder what the bullies have planned, before it happens.

Slap!

Tatiana takes a few steps back as she recoils from the blow, before catching her footing and standing back up. She turns to face Zara, menacing her with her gaze.

“See? That’s what we’ll do if you don’t pay up!”

“You’ll... slap me?” Zara asks, her confidence having turned to confusion, but still without any fear in her voice.

Tatiana actually lets out a mocking laugh at the preposterous idea that she may do something as ineffective as using physical **** against her victims.

“That’s what we used to do to you, but we’re way past that now. We’ll slap ourselves, obviously, idiot,” She mocks as she shakes her head condescendingly, allowing me to notice that one of her cheeks is now much redder than the other.

It’s very strange how the app has influenced third party observers in this particular case. They’re now essentially unable to ever be afraid of Tatiana, no matter what she does, which leads to this weird situation where Zara thought she was going to get beaten up, as that’s what happened before and she had no reason to believe the bullies would start humiliating themselves, and yet she felt absolutely no fear. Instead, I see an entirely different emotion in her eyes. Contempt. Maybe even with a hint of disgust.

She turns to me.

“Did you just see that?”

“How could I not?” I reply, pretending not to understand what’s happening.

“I’d ask you to step in but honestly that’d just be wasting both of our times,” she says, looking back at the bullies in a sneer.

“What did you just say you little slut?” Tania retorts. “Don’t start bluffing, I know you’re afraid.”

Right, Tatiana’s belief did mention that she wouldn’t notice that people aren’t taking her seriously. It’s kind of strange when you think about it. She can’t realise that she’s humiliating herself, but at the same time the app said that she’d slowly grow to enjoy humiliation for its own sake. But how can she enjoy humiliation if she doesn’t feel humiliated? Is it going to slowly dawn on her over time? That still doesn’t seem to match the phrasing of her path, but the app does have a tendency to slightly alter phrasings between the original path summary and the actual belief, so it might keep on doing so as the belief evolves.

The bespectacled girl stares back at Tatiana and continues taunting her.

“I think you’re the one who’s bluffing here. So you can give a few slaps, great, real impressive,” She says, rolling her eyes sarcastically. “But I’m sure that’s pretty much all you got. It’ll take more than a few whacks if you want to impress me.”

She looks at me for a second and... winks at me.

I can’t tell if it’s a humorous wink, meaning she sees this as a prank she’s pulling on her bullies, or if it’s a teasing wink, telling me she knows I’m going to like what I’m about to see.

And maybe that she likes it too.

It’s most likely the former, but there was... something in there.

In any case, I lean back against the wall to comfortably watch the events unfold.

Tatiana’s fuming with rage at this point.

“I’ll show you if I’m fucking bluffing,” she mumbles, before yelling authoritatively at her second goon. “Gail! Show little miss badass here what we do to morons who refuse to pay up!”

The mean looking girl to her right cracks her knuckles menacingly as she stomps towards Zara, her body towering over the poor girl’s. She inches ever closer, never once breaking eye contact, as Glasses keeps smirking defiantly.

And right as the tension reaches its peak, the thug suddenly kneels down in front of Zara, her face approaching the girl’s left foot.

And she kisses her shoe, a fancy looking brown suede boot with a short heel. In just a second, she’s got her hands on the floor, and she’s practically grovelling at the confused girl’s feet.

Confused, and yet, once more, I see there’s something more in her eyes.

I may be projecting here, but among the contempt, confusion and defiance, there’s definitely something else.

Hunger.

Maybe I was wrong to say that Glasses was less sexual than her two friends. It’s just that she needed the right situation to let her sexuality out.

“You can do better than this,” She states, almost disappointed.

“You little fucker. Cass, her other shoe!” Tatiana barks at her other goon, who obliges and joins her accomplice at their victim’s feet.

Zara is struggling to control herself at this point. I can see her breathing get faster and shorter. I think I can safely assume that she finds more than just humour in this situation.

She and Tatiana lock eyes in a bullish battle of wills.

After a few seconds of enjoying getting an improvised shoeshine from her would-be bullies, Zara speaks up again.

“More.”

“You fucking whore,” Tatiana curses through clenched teeth.

She steps up towards Glasses, turns around, and bends over at the waist before pulling down her skirt and underwear, baring her privates for all to see.

Her butt is on the smaller side, as her exercise regimen as a football player focuses more on practical strength and endurance than ostentatious glutes. Underneath, though I can’t fully see her folds, I can’t help but notice a conspicuous glisten that betrays her enjoyment of this predicament.

“Is that enough for you, you little shit? Come on, spank it! Unless you’re too scared!” Tania yells.

Zara can’t hold it in anymore and she lets out a laugh that I can only describe as maniacal.

“Oh I’m not too scared, don’t worry,” she cackles as she readies her arm.

And lets it down in a loud slap.

Tatiana’s entire body shakes forward under the shock. It’s the second time she gets slapped in just a few minutes, and the sharp breath she took after recoiling from the blow was another hint as to how she truly feels about this situation.

I half expect this scene to end around now, but Zara readies her arm once again, and once again she lets it down, even stronger this time.

And she keeps going.

She slaps, and she slaps, and she slaps.

Tatiana’s breathing becomes more erratic as it goes on. Soon, it looks like she’s struggling to even keep herself from collapsing on the floor.

And Zara keeps spanking.

The mark on her butt gets visibly redder by the second.

Clearly, Tania’s into it at the moment, but this is a lot.

I let things unfold for a bit. Eventually, Tania starts moaning. Softly at first, but as things progress, they get much louder, and neither I nor Tania herself can tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins.

After a few more seconds, Tatiana’s knees buckle and she collapses on the floor in a nigh orgasmic, yet clearly sore and exhausted mess.

And still, Zara raises her hand.

And that’s where I decide things are going too far.

I step towards Zara and grab her by the wrist, stopping her hand mere millimetres away from Tatiana’s toned cheek.

So close that I can feel the heat radiating from her aroused, aching flesh.

I can actually see her exposed form so much better from here.

The two reddened mounds, still lightly quivering from Zara’s zealous whacking, and the slightly darker skin of her excited pussy underneath, shining wet, dripping with lust at her own humiliation.

I’m tempted to let go of Zara’s hand and to join her in abusing Tania. I could probably even talk her accomplices into licking my boots too, if I wanted to.

But it would honestly be going too far.

It’s crazy to think that I have to step in to protect the bully from the bullied. This is how much I’ve turned this school’s collective **** completely upside down.

“Hey, Zara, it’s okay. She’s had enough.”

Her eyes are transfixed on Tania’s exposed flesh, her hand still trying to escape my grasp to continue hitting, and for the first time I realise that beyond the contempt, beyond getting a sexual kick out of it, there’s one more emotional layer behind Zara’s eyes, driving her actions.

Hatred.

They’re all on the football team together, and Tatiana’s been bullying her for god knows how long. Week after week. In the corridors, in the classrooms, in the locker room, probably in the dorms as well. That tyrant has been terrorising this girl, probably for years.

This **** of hers has been a long time coming.

And I understand where she’s coming from. I understand why she wants to keep hitting, to seize the opportunity to finally strike back while she’s got a literal upper-hand on that selfish little shit.

But I can’t let her get too far.

Oh, she’ll get her ****. This is far from the last time Tatiana is going to humiliate herself in front of her. But if she lets her anger get the better of her, things will escalate.

“Zara. Let it go. It’s okay.”

She takes in a sharp breath and I feel her arm go limp in my hand. I let it drop.

“I--- I knew you’d need the teacher to come in to save your ass,” Tatiana says, still completely unable to grasp that she’s not the winner in this situation. “But we’ll get our money, bitch.”

Zara looks down at the three women at her feet. Two still licking her boots, whose suede now looks like polished leather after being so thoroughly cleaned, and one struggling to get back to her feet.

And I see all the anger leave her face.

Years of being terrified of these three thugs, only for them to be reduced to this state. They’re too pathetic to even deserve anger.

She opens her purse and grabs a handful of coins, probably not even enough to get a coke from the vending machine, and she throws them on the floor with disdain.

“Here’s your stupid money,” She mutters under her breath.

All three bullies hurry to pick up the coins, Tatiana’s sore flesh still exposed, which might be an even more humiliating sight than anything that’s come before.

Zara shakes her head in what I can only describe as disappointment.

It’s hard to be disappointed by a friend, but it’s probably even harder to be disappointed by an enemy.

She turns to face me.

“Thanks... You were right. They’re not worth it,” She says in an ever so slightly sad sounding voice, before giving a small despondent kick in the butt of one of Tania’s goons, as if she were some small, disgusting thing that she needed to prod.

She then thighs before walking past me and around the corner I came from.

As soon as she’s out of earshot, Tatiana speaks up.

“Told you this was gonna work, that little bitch was pissing herself with fear! And look at all this cash!”

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Hello everyone!

Thank you for your patience! As I've mentioned in the comments on the previous chapter and on my ko-fi, I've been dealing with a lot of irl work, as I'm currently juggling a job and uni at the same time. Things should be much easier in a couple weeks, but for now, chapters are going to be a lot less common than usual. Thank you for your understanding. For the time being, I prefer not to give an ETA on anything new until things quiet down, but I have been using any free time I have to try and move the story forward.

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