“Sometimes,” her boss had said. “I even spank their bald cunts.”
Again, Becky felt a swell of pride at having picked up and acted on this detail. Teacher will be pleased with me, she thought.
The shoes did indeed feel cumbersome with their heavy heel, but they were high enough to push her bottom up and accentuate its curve beneath the tiny skirt, and that was ever the essence of school uniform, to try and adapt within its restrictions to make you look as appealing and grown-up as possible. She crossed to the en suite to view herself in the mirror there. The costume was remarkably simple yet spoke volumes, mostly about obedience and discipline. She was still very apprehensive over the cloudy subject of corporal punishment and whether she would really love it as much as her fantasy told h
