Not the headmistress. Yet...

You had homeroom with Katie, and you took your genie in with you. The girls watched you enter, and they showed signs of attraction: biting their lower lips, twirling their hair with their fingers, and Jeannie liked what she could see. All those... horny, little schoolgirls. So you both sit in your chairs and the teacher encouraged all to study for an upcoming, difficult math test.

Suddenly, there was an announcement on the speaker. "Johnny Dreamer, come to the principal's office. To the principal's office, at once, Johnny Dreamer." The girls all chorused a seductive 'ooo' sound right after one even purred, 'bad boy...' as though it excited her. But you sighed and excuded yourself.

Then Jeannie spoke up. "Um, Johnny? Would you like some company?" But you said with a smile,

"No. It's all right. Math test, you know. I'll be back soon." And you disappear out of the room, through the door. Jeannie worried about what the best master in the world could ever be in trouble for. But she had to know.

She said quietly to herself, "I wish I could hear and see my master, and what goes on in the principal's office between them." And with her eyes closed, her vision was like watching a tv camera. It was because her wish allowed her to see through the security camera in the headmistress's office. She saw you entering, heard the properly dressed woman telling you to sit down. 'The nerve!' she thought. But you did without hearing Jeannie.

"Louis, one of the teachers presented me with an 'interesting'," she said, using air quotes, "videotape. Evidently, you made a pornographic movie featuring the girls here, and included yourself as well. Am i right?"

"Yes, ma'am," you reply. She held it up, and looked very cross with you.

"Young man. This debauchery is exactly what we deter students here from. We want to see them succeed in life, not throw it away for this." As Jeannie watched on, she got upset with her.

"Did you watch any of it?" you actually asked, and it looked as though she tried not to blow her top.

"Absolutely not! I would never watch anything so disgusting!"

'How dare she!' Jeannie thought to herself. 'Master and the others put a lot of effort to making that movie a perfect porn spectacular. I wish she would play with her horny self while watching the whole videotape. and enjoy the whole thing. I wish she would see how talented Master is, and the girls he directed.' And the next thing she knew, her expression changing matched how her mindset was. She had a look of confusion on her face, which quickly and smoothly became an intrigued, almost eager smirk as she somewhat bit her lower lip.

"Actually, Mr. Dreamer, would you please lock the doors? I wish to see the slutty video you made." When you looked surprised, she gave a mock glare that nearly as strong as an actual glare. "Just to see how good it is. Maybe..." she hesitated softly, looking away some as she was twirling a bit of her hair around her finger, "how good you are." So you go and lock her door, and also pulled all the shades down. As she just instructed.