The Educators - Part 17

-I don’t share my colleague’s enthusiasm -says Paris, with a soft and sensual voice-. Don’t get me wrong: I enjoy a good **** as much as anyone else, especially if the prisoner is cute… and you are totally my type… But I really hate cleaning afterwards. Tools, clothes, floor, walls… Seriously, blood gets everywhere.

-Oh, my god, no… Please, oh, please, forgive me… I will never do it again. I will always obey you. I will be your ****. I will be your bitch. I will do anything you want me to do… Please, don’t do this, I beg you… Please…

Overwhelmed by panic, Katrin feels that her urethra is unable to hold any longer, and notices, impotent, how the urine starts to flow down her legs.

-Oh, Katrin -exclaims Tokyo, laughing-, aren’t you ashamed of yourself? A Prime Minister peeing herself like a toddler… This is just sad.

-Please, please, oh please… I will be good… I will do anything… Please, please... -the terrified prisoner keeps mumbling, overcome by fear.

Paris lifts Katrin’s face and looks straight into her eyes for an uncomfortable amount of time. Finally, she lets her chin go and speaks:

-I believe that you have learned your lesson, Katrin, and I am willing to give you a second chance. But be aware: if you ever give me the slightest trouble, we will come back here. And then, you will pay for both infractions. Do you understand?

-Yes... Thank you, oh thank you, madam… Thank you, thank you… -the Prime Minister of Iceland can barely articulate any words.

-You can consider yourself lucky. Your other professors are not as forgiving as I am.

-We really aren’t… If you had attacked me, you can be sure that I wouldn't be so lenient. I will respect Professor Paris’ decision, but I want you to know that I will be looking forward for an opportunity to bring you back here. You and I alone -Tokyo whispers in Katrin’s ear, savoring every word.

-Don’t disappoint me again, Katrin. You would regret it very much -says Paris, before heading towards the door.

Tokyo grabs the toolbox and is about to follow her but, instead, she stands in front of Katrin and points at the floor.

-I hope you were not thinking of leaving this piss puddle on the floor. Maybe you are used to having a cleaning brigade take care of your filth, but that’s not how it works here. Listen carefully: I will ask the guards to untie you and give you ten minutes to lick the floor clean. If, when they come back, they see a single drop on it, they will tie you up again, and call me. And, this time, I will come alone... with my toolbox, of course. Did I make myself clear?

-Yes, yes madam, yes… I will lick it clean, I promise… I’ll do anything you want… -says Katrin, sobbing so much that her words are barely understandable.

Tokyo grabs the toolbox and leaves the room. From the corridor, she can still hear Katrin’s cries in the background. She chuckles, amused by the thought that Katrin will never know that the box was always empty.