Miranda's lesson

Kara smiled excitedly as Felicity’s jet gently came to a stop on the private runway of Leana's Island. She looked over at Felicity, Mad’am Smoak, as she was required to address her. Both Felicity and Ava, who sat next to her were smiling as well.

She took a moment to admire them. Felicity had her hair in her normal ponytail. She wore a light brown jacket, much more fashion than function, over a white tee shirt, dark blue jeans that hugged her curves flatteringly, a wide black leather belt, and black and white sneakers.

She and Ava were dressed nearly identically. Both of their hair hung down freely. Both wore tight-fitting cropped tops that showed off their toned stomachs, Kara’s in red and Ava's baby blue, a pair of short denim shorts what the bottoms of their ass cheeks just barely peeked out of, and black open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels.

The three stepped out onto the Tarmac and were quickly shown to a waiting car. After a short drive, the driver stopped in front of Leana's mansion where Leana and Sara were waiting for them. The driver exited the car and opened the rear door nearest Leana to let his passengers out. Once all three were out he closed the door, got back in, and drove around to the garage.

"How was the trip?" Leana asked before greeting Felicity with a loving kiss. She was dressed simply, yet beautifully. Her long dark hair was swept back with a pair of expensive sunglasses on her head. She wore a black spaghetti-strap tank top, and denim shorts that while short, were not nearly as short as those that Kara and Ava wore. Completing Leana's outfit was a pair of stylish black leather sandals.

Standing just behind and slightly to the left of Leana, was Sara. Her blonde hair hung down freely. Around her neck was the simple black leather collar that marked her as a ****, the same type of collar both Kara and Ava knew would be back around their necks soon. Sara wore nothing but a sheer blue bra that did little to hide her perky tits and a matching thong that practically drew attention to her clean-shaven cunt. On her feet were silver open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels, much like those Kara and Ava wore.

"It was an easy trip," Felicity said with a shrug.

"Good, and how'd it go with Kara?" Leana asked as she gave Kara a pointed look.

"One relatively small issue that I had to punish her for. She took her punishment well and there were no other issues."

"And what were you punished for, Kara?" Leana asked, her tone taking a hardened edge. Kara looked nervously at Felicity.

"Go ahead, Kara. I won't punish you for saying it," Felicity said with a smile.

"Mistress, Mad’am Smoak was playing with my cunt, and when I moaned I said 'fuck.' Mad’am Smoak only allows her pets to say that when they cum."

"She didn't know that at the time, and as I said, she took her punishment well," Felicity said glancing first at Kara, then at Leana.

Leana nodded after a few seconds. "Sounds like you were a good girl for Mad’am Smoak. I had no problems with this one," she said as she reached over and caressed Sara's ass.

"I'm glad to hear she was well-behaved."

"Kara," Leana said looking once again at the beautiful enslaved Kryptonian, "do you remember where Ava's room is?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, please show Ava to her room while I show Mad’am Smoak around the house and grounds before I introduce her to Jean. After you show Ava to her room, I want you to go to your room, put on the clothes I have left for you, and wait for me at the entrance to the east wing."

"Yes, Mistress," Kara said before taking Ava's hand and leading her away.

After Kara led Ava to her room and got her settled in, she walked down the long hall and turned left when it met another hall and headed to her room. When she spotted into her spacious quarters she expected to find the slutty version of her original Supergirl suit laid out on the ed. Instead, she found a schoolgirl’s uniform. A smile pulled at Kara’s lips as she quickly stripped out of the clothes she had traveled in and re-dressed.

She smiled again as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the corner of her room. The uniform consisted of a white button-down shirt with a black vest over top, and a black necktie. Over her left breast was a badge shield-shaped badge in dark blue outlined in yellow. In the center of the badge was a stylized capital L in yellow with each end of the L looping and crossing itself. Under the L in neatly stitched yellow lettering were the words: Luthor Institute of Learning. Her skirt was short, much like the one she wore in her everyday slutty Supergirl Uniform. She knew it would give anyone behind her a teasing look at her ass with every step she took, and if she bent over, her ass and pussy would be visible. Unlike her usual skirt, this one was plaid in a black and grey pattern and was pleated. Finishing off the outfit were a pair of knee-high socks and black six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes.

A few minutes later, Kara knelt in position three at the entrance to the mansion’s East Wing. When she heard footsteps coming from her left, she remained still, which made Leana smile broadly. “I couldn’t have dreamed she would become so obedient so quickly,” she thought as she came to a stop in front of Kara and gently stroked her long blonde hair. “Do you remember lesson eight, Kara?”

“Yes, Mistress. A **** is a dumb cunt that needs its mistress to provide it with training and discipline.”

“Good girl,” Leana said as she gently tilted Kara’s head up. “I assume Ava is settled?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said as she took in the sight of her mistress. Leana had changed from her casual attire to a white button-down shirt with a black suit jacket and matching skirt and a pair of three-inch square-heeled shoes.

“Good,” Leana said as she bent down and softly kissed Kara’s lips, which Kara happily returned. “Miranda has chosen to revisit lesson eight and is waiting for us in the classroom. Would you like to know how I’m going to do that, and what part you will play?”

“If it pleases you, Mistress.”

Leana fought back a slight laugh as she smiled at her prized possession. “I am going to play the part of the teacher, and you will be the class prefect. I will give Miranda a very simple test. When she answers the questions correctly, I will mark them all wrong and call you both to the front of the room. She will be required to write rule eight on the board ten times and read it aloud after she writes a line. After she reads it, you will give her a swat with a paddle that I will give you. Do you think you can do that?”

“I will do my best, Mistress.”

“I know you will. In the classroom, you are to call me Miss Luthor,” Leana said, patting Kara on the head. “Come on,” she added before heading into The East Wing.

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said as she rose to her feet and followed behind Leana instinctively keeping roughly the same distance between her and her mistress as she would if she were leashed. When they entered the classroom-themed room, Kara was surprised to see that Miranda was sitting obediently with no sign of any restraints at one of the several student desks in the room. Her uniform was nearly identical to the one she wore. The only difference was that Miranda’s vest was grey. At the front of the room was a teacher's desk next to a whiteboard and hanging on a hook next to the whiteboard, was a paddle.

“Take a seat, Kara, so we may begin,” Leana said as she approached the teacher’s desk.

“Yes, Miss Luthor,” Kara said as she took the seat next to Miranda.

As soon as she sat down, Leana grabbed two pieces of paper from the pile of papers on her desk and stood up. She rounded the desk and walked to where Kara and Miranda sat. “Here are your tests, you have the entire period,” she said as she placed the copies of the test on the two desks.

Kara grabbed the pencil that was on her desk and looked at the test. It was only four questions long and the questions were very simple.

1. 2 + 2 =

2. 5 - 3 =

3. 6 + 2 =

4. 8 - 4 =

Kara noticed that Miranda looked at the test with an odd look before she began to write. Kara quickly jotted down wrong answers and turned her test in just before Miranda. A few seconds later, Leana placed her test on the desk with an A in red ink and circled in the upper right-hand corner. She then placed Miranda’s test on her desk with an F written and circled in red ink.

“We need to deal with this,” Leana said as she returned to her desk and grabbed the paddle. “I want you to write lesson eight on the board ten times. After each completing each line you will read it aloud, and then receive one swat from the paddle,” Leana said making the color drain from Miranda’s face. She watched with a horrified look on her face as Leana handed the paddle to Kara. “Kara since you are a prefect I would like you to handle this punishment while I get some other work done.”

“Yes, Miss Luthor,” Kara said with a dutiful nod. Kara stood and moved to the front of the room. She took a deep breath and willed a commanding tone into her voice. “Miranda, you heard Miss Luthor,” she said as she picked up the black dry-erase marker and held it out in Miranda’s direction.

Miranda slowly stood, as she did her best to hide the scowl on her face. She took the marker from Kara, took the cap off, the cap and placed it on the ledge of the whiteboard, and began to write.

“A **** is a dumb count that needs its mistress to provide it with training and discipline,” said, reading the sentence aloud as soon as she finished.

“Bend over, stick your ass out,” Kara instructed. Slowly, Miranda bent over, and her short skirt rode up revealing her tiny white g-string. Kara pressed the paddle against Miranda’s ample ass, slowly drew it back, and then swung it forward.

The room filled with the sound of wood striking flesh. “Ow!” Miranda cried out as she stood and her hands instinctively went to her ass.

“No touching your ass,” Kara said in a stern tone as she pulled Miranda’s hands away. “Write, you have nine more coming.”

Miranda bit her lip as she composed herself. “Yes, Kara,” she said as she began to write the second line. Kara suppressed a smirk as she walked around the room, admiring her work on Miranda’s ass. As the enslaved biotic neared finishing the second sentence Kara took her place next to her. Again Miranda read the sentence aloud, bent over, and felt the stinging kiss of the paddle. The process continued until all ten lines had been written and read, and all ten swats had been delivered leaving Miranda’s ass a deep crimson.

“Thank you, Kara,” Leana said over the sound of Miranda’s sobs. “You did very well.”

“Thank you, Miss Luthor.”

“Miranda you may retake the test. I hope for your sake, that you’ve learned lesson eight well,” Leana said as she gave Miranda a pointed look, and pointed to the desk she had been sitting at which now had a second copy of the test sitting on it.

Miranda nodded and slowly went to the desk. She winced as she sat on the hard wooden seat. She picked up the pencil and quickly answered the questions. She stood, wincing again as she slid across the chair, and set the re-taken test on the desk. Leana smirked when she glanced at the test and easily saw that all of the answers were wrong.

“Very good,” Leana said marking the test with an A. “We will have your collaring ceremony soon.”

“Thank you, Miss Luthor, or Mistress, I- I mean…” the sound of Leana’s laughter stopped Miranda mid-thought.

Leana stood and walked around the teacher’s desk before taking hold of one of Miranda’s hands with one of hers and one of Kara’s with the other. “Come on, Miranda, Kara, and I will introduce you to Mad’am Smoak, and your newest sister, Ava.

“Yes, Mistress,” Miranda said with a nod.