APPEASE the Headmistress by reviewing Concupiscence. On a 7-9, she's a distraction.

"May we do a little REVIEW of your CONCUPISCENCE lesson?" the Headmistress asks, leaning close to your infirmary bed.

The tent in your bedclothes signals your readiness, despite feeling light-headed.

"Y-yes, Headmistress."

"CAPITAL," she says. "We shall REPEAT your FIRST lesson. Let me TUCK these ROUND to keep you WARM."

Pernilla Porcinilla pulls up the bedclothes from the bottom of the bed, exposing you from navel to toes. She wraps the sheets and blankets tightly round you from chin to navel, fluffing up a pillow behind your head. She fetches a spare coverlet and wraps you up from knees to toes. Her breath smells of mint and roses and you feel the warmth of her exposed forearms, cheeks, and her only-slightly-less-deep décolletage than Bertha Beeblossom's.

You're the Headmistress' bound captive as she repeats your first lesson, stroking your shaft with her strong, short-fingered hands. When you're a little slow to respond as she wishes, she sniffs. "Some VISUAL stimulation seems necessary after what Beeblossom did to raise your manhood, Aberdean."

Out come her breasts, one-two, with great pink raspberry nipples upon soft heavy domes of creamy skin. She grunts her satisfaction as your member swells.

She proceeds just as she did for your first lesson, stroking you until you're dangling on the edge of the precipice of release, waiting until the tension subsides, then building your urgency again. You feel your body coiled to spring from the tip of your member back to the root, from the hole in your fundament up to the top of your head.

"Deep breaths," she commands between each bout of stroking. "GOOD, Aberdean. Relax. Let all that joy FLOW through your body."

Her smile broadens as she works upon you, minute after minute, and holds steady each time you pause and rest.

And then she begins again.

She's stroking you for the fourth time, her bosoms bouncing close enough to feel their warmth, one hand gripping your hair as the other strokes up and down, up and down.

"Headmistress I, ah!" you protest.

She laughs. "Poor DEAR!" she says.

"AH!" You erupt into her hand, straining against the tightly wrapped bedclothes, thrusting up through her hand and into the air.

"Ah, poor ABERDEAN," she says. "You DO need your rest. Come SEE me once you're out of the infirmary."

She makes you the subject of her damp whirlwind cleaning spell, TERGEO, and departs.

You're too tired to rearrange the bedclothes and fall asleep with tight wrappings round your arms, legs, and chest and an exposed, spent willy between them.

On a 7-9, the Headmistress is a distraction. Take -1 Forward on your next Move.

Roll +BRAVERY (-2) (+0 Bravery, -1 CONSEQUENCE: Drained, -1 Forward: Distracted by your HANGER-ON) to GET OUT OF THE INFIRMARY.