Adult supervision

Once you could listen in and hear the voices clearly, it became pretty obvious who was inside even though you had hoped it wouldn’t be the case. The voice of Rebecca that you loved to hear, coupled with the voice you hated, her mother.

“...And another thing, You need to be here early on Friday to make sure all the promenade preparations are complete. We would not be having this stupid dance in the first place if I could help it but the complaints from parents last year about my plans to abolish it already caused enough of a problem” the principal said, making you roll your eyes at the fact she called prom by its full name.

The woman just seemed to somehow suck the fun out of everything she did and it was no surprise to you that she had tried(and failed) to get the dance cancelled before.

“You mean you want me back at school before the event starts? People usually start filing in at around 7 but…” Rebecca meekly responded, getting cut off barely after she started to speak.

“No. I mean at the start of the school day. You won’t have time to go home anyway so you should just stay on the school grounds until after everyone has left” the principal responded, making herself clear.

You could hear the silence in the room and you could only imagine how Rebecca was trying to keep herself under control after being told that her last Friday of the school year had now doubled in working hours.

“And will you be joining me when I get in?” Rebecca said through clenched teeth.

“Oh no I’ll be far too busy that day. I will not even see any of the event itself given the meetings I have planned. Speaking of which, I’m already running late. Remember, 6am sharp.” The principal repeated, having as little self awareness as you thought a human could have.

You found yourself getting angry but the sounds of her chair moving for her to get up made you dash away from the door before you were spotted. You moved down the hallway and round the nearest turn before waiting for her to leave, peeking your head around the corner to keep line of sight. As much as you wanted to head inside to defend Rebecca, your presence was likely to make things worse.

It only took a couple of seconds before the door flew open and the principal headed down the corridor, without anyone daring to get in her way. You suspected that she hadn’t even said goodbye as she left but you once again pushed your anger down to go and see Rebecca.

Your head was now filled with **** plots to help out Rebecca but you needed to make sure that you would go undetected to not ruin your graduation, or Sarah’s and Emma’s if they somehow got involved and you also needed to make sure that none of this became a hindrance to Rebecca.

Those plans could wait until later and for now, you allowed yourself to take a deep breath before you looked through the doorway to her office, poking your head round the frame as the door had been left wide open to see Rebecca with her head already down on her desk.

Instead of bothering her, you invited yourself inside and closed the door behind you, Rebecca only looking in your direction when she heard the door click closed. You made it more obvious this time as you locked the door shut but Rebecca had already lowered her head back to her desk with a groan.

Right now didn’t seem to be the right time to try and tie her to her chair and play around with her kink but you still wanted to be here for her given how her mother had just treated her. You walked around behind her and she lifted herself up off the desk as she heard you get closer, resting her back against her chair as you moved behind her.

“I take it you heard some of that?” Rebecca asked, looking up to see you standing over her.

“I only caught the end of your conversation but I think I heard enough to understand your reaction. Here let me” you replied, placing your hands on her shoulders in an attempt at giving her a massage.

“Mmhmm” Rebecca let out, relaxing further into the chair.

“At least you will be around to keep me company at prom. I doubt we can have a dance but I’m sure we can have some fun” you said, trying to put a positive spin on it.

“I don’t think she understands that just because I’m her daughter, that doesn’t mean I’m at her beck and call 24/7. She just infuriates me so much but…” Rebecca started to rant, forcing you to dig your fingers in deeper into her muscles to get her to stop.

“Don’t worry about that now. There will be plenty of opportunities to get your own back at some point, even if it’s in small ways. And I’ll always be here if you need help de-stressing” you replied, trying to get her off the topic.

You watched as she listened to what you had to say and took a few deep breaths to calm herself, feeling the tension drain out of her while continuing to work your fingers.

“And what other things would you suggest to stop stressing?” Rebecca asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice that you weren’t going to miss.

“Well, as you asking for ideas, I’d suggest taking a step back from your usual role and pretending to be someone completely different. Forget about your worries as all they are doing is weighing you down without any benefit” you suggested, knowing that your attitude may sound a bit apathetic.

“That… actually sounds like a good idea at the moment” Rebecca replied, agreeing with your suggestion.

“I have an idea of who you could be but I’m sure you know which direction this is heading” you said, moving one of your hands down from her shoulder and tracing a finger along her collarbone.

“Hmm I was counting on it” Rebecca moaned back, giving you the go ahead to take things further.

You had an idea to once again put you in a more dominant role with Rebecca being the submissive only this time, the roles themselves would match this. You thought about telling Rebecca what you had in mind but you felt it could be fun to have her assume the role naturally by herself if you could give her the chance.

“Okay this is gonna sound weird but do you think you could leave the room and come back? Just standing outside for a second is fine but I think that will make it feel more realistic” you asked, unsure how she would react.

“Oh sure, this sounds fun!” she exclaimed, her reaction more excited than you had expected.

She got up from the chair and straightened out her appearance before heading to the door, smirking when she saw the door locked again. She did as you asked and unlocked the door to let herself out, closing it behind her and giving you a few quick seconds to get yourself prepared.

You only needed to make a minor change but the sound of a knock made it clear that Rebecca was ready.