Chapter Five
Lady Amelia sat on her hard single bed, her throbbing bottom sending a clear message about what she could expect from her new circumstance. She sighed and arose, beginning to sort out her belongings from the trunks now crowding her side of the small room. Her mysterious roommate had a much smaller trunk of her own, and had various toiletries, books, and writing supplies arranged on the shelves above her own spartan desk. The new student did her best to emulate the Head Girl, hoping to diminish her antipathy by the implicit flattery of imitation.
Amelia was feeling ravenous as well, not having eaten in many hours and still feeling a bit woozy from the cordial that the domme had poured her after her punishment and pleasuring. Just as she finished arraying her scant possession
