The Educators - Part 4

Professor Tokyo walks slowly towards Sanna, looking straight into her beautiful blue eyes, and raises the remote control.

-This, ladies, is what will happen to you if you misbehave.

Saying that, she presses a button in the remote. The Prime Minister of Finland screams in pain and falls to the floor, contorting in agony. Tokyo grabs her chin with her left hand and looks her right in the eyes again.

-What were you saying, darling?

-Fuck off… They’re looking for us. And they’re going to find us and put a bullet in your head, you fucking… Aaaaaaaaah!! -before Sanna can finish, a second electric shock has her screaming in anguish again. This time, Tokyo leaves her finger on the button a little longer.

-Sorry, sweetheart, you were saying? -says Tokyo, in a smug tone. Sanna, feeling utterly impotent, lowers her eyes, unable to hold her captor’s gaze-. That’s what I thought. Now I want you to look at the other professors and apologize.

Sanna, still on the floor, feels the tears flow down her cheeks while she tries to speak. Her frustration is so big that she can barely articulate any words.

-I’m sorry…

-Oh, no, darling. You’re gonna have to do much better than that. Look at them and tell them that you’re sorry for acting like a bratty little bitch and that you are thankful for the education that you are going to receive.

Sanna Marin looks at Professor Tokyo again. She tries to do the smart thing. She really does. But she can’t stop the words coming out of her mouth:

-Fuck off! Fuck off! You are gonna pay for… Aaaaaaaaaah!!

Again, an electric shock makes the Prime Minister scream in agony. This time, Tokyo maintains her finger on the button for a much longer time, relishing in the spectacle of the naked politician contorting in terrible pain.

-Let’s try again, shall we? And don’t worry. I am a very patient teacher. We can repeat this as many times as you need until you do it right.

-Please, stop… I’m sorry… Please, please, stop…

-Oh, you silly girl… I’m not the one who decides when it stops. You do. You just have to apologize properly. And, please, do try to sound sincere. Nobody likes a liar.

Sanna Marin feels her lips trying to articulate words, unsuccessfully. She feels the humiliation devouring her insides. But she finally manages to say:

-Sirs, Madams, I am very sorry… I am very sorry for acting like a bratty little bitch… I thank you for the education you’re giving me…

-See? It wasn’t so difficult, was it? Even the dumbest idiot can learn with a patient teacher. And the rest of you, you’ve seen how it works. These collars were designed for big dogs but, as you can see, they work just as well on bitches.

-Sanna has been lucky -intervenes Prof Edinburgh-. On a normal day, her inappropriate behavior would have resulted in 24 hours in the Punishment Room. And, believe me, you wouldn't like that… Today we will be a bit more lenient, because it's your first day and we understand that this is a lot to take. But the sooner you accept your new position, the better for you. Rebellious attitudes will only bring you pain.

-Okay, bitches -says Prof Nairobi, opening a door to an adjacent room-, it’s time to get you cleaned up. I never thought that I would say this to a group of classy ladies like you, but you are all starting to stink. From today on, you will get cleaned up every morning before class. Come on, sluts, follow me.