Much to Olivia's delight (she smiles brightly as the woman approaches), the blonde joins us at the wall. She seems to examine you for a moment. Her eyes invading your space in the same way Olivia looked at you much earlier.
"Don't let Olivia rub her rebellious nature onto you," she speaks for the first time, looking at you then changing her gaze to the Latina, "You two should be on the mat."
You apologize. She nods her head.
"But this is fine," she amends, "I don't care for the mat. The cold floor, the rough wall, these will be useful. Always be aware of your surroundings – they can present very different opportunities."
"Yes Mistress," Olivia says flatly.
You realize you should introduce yourself, "Sorry, my name is . What's yours?"
"Marta. But names are not important. You shall call me Mistress."
"Okay... um Mistress,"
Marta folds her arms and nods, "Good for a newcomer, we'll have to work on your tone though."
Your tone? Was it not respectful? You judge that maybe it wasn't. You can't help it though, you're a little uneasy. Is this some kind of etiquette class?
"I think though, we will worry about the basics later. They come more with time than individual lesson. It's the finer skills which need cultivation."
"Yes Mistress," Olivia says again.
After an awkward pause, you realize and say, "Yes Mistress."
The blonde shakes her head, "Now– for the first half of the class, since is the newer one, she will go first. Olivia, stand and face her."
"Yes Mistress," she says, moving away from the wall and standing straight. You mimic her, moving away from the wall and facing her.
"," Marta says, "For the next fifteen minutes, for all intents and purposes, Olivia is your Mistress."
You stare at her, flummoxed – then at Olivia. The Latina is looking at you hungrily, her eyes no longer staring into your own, but your breasts– your hips– she seems especially drawn to your waist.
"Y-Yes Mistress," you say with some trepidation.
"Go on. Say it," Marta continues, "Repeat what I just said."
"S-Sorry. Umm– Olivia is my Mistress," you look back at Olivia and force a smile.
Olivia frowns, "May I test her loyalty, Mistress?"
"You may. But recall the first exercise."
Olivia nods, "Come here."
You take a step.
"Closer."
You take two more steps. She's no longer a arm's length away.
"Spread your legs until they are past your shoulders and put your hands behind your back."
You frown at the odd request and do so.
Olivia slaps you lightly on the arm, "Yes Mistress."
You wince and reply, "Yes, Mistress."
She grins, "Now, I'm going to check you. If you twitch. If you move in the slightest – I will punish you."
You nod, "Yes Mistress."
While you've no idea what she means, it becomes apparent it's nothing what you'd expected. Olivia bends over slightly and grasps the hem of your skirt, pulling it up. You almost jump back, but recall the command. Maybe this is normal? A uniform check.
Olivia's head ducks under your skirt and you feel her hands on your panties – for the briefest moment, she shifts them to the side.
She draws back slowly. A deep frown is on her face.
You're very embarrassed – shell shocked actually. She looked at you down there! The fuck? That– couldn't be normal, could it? You almost yell at her, but Marta speaks up.
"Well?"
Olivia speaks softly, "She needs to be punished, Mistress."
The way with which Olivia is disturbed concerns you. What's wrong? What's going on?
"Explain."
"She is not wearing the full uniform, Mistress. And... she is also not in the least bit aroused."
There is a long pause. Marta's head languidly turns to you.
"That is serious," she says, "But a good opportunity for you. Punish her as you see fit, I will return with the uniform."
"Yes Mistress," Olivia says staring at you.
Marta leaves the room, her shoes clacking against the floor.
You look at your feet. For some reason, you feel ashamed. What did you do wrong?
"Look at me."
You look up at her. Olivia has a strong glare, but it's not angry, just commanding.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I– I don't know. I'm sorry," you're confused, frightened, with no idea what to say.
"Don't you like me?" she says seriously, "Is there something wrong? Is it my face?"
Huh?
"Like you? I barely know you," you say, "I.. don't dislike you."
"No– not that–" she grumbles, "Why aren't you wet?"
Oh. That's right. She had said "aroused". What? She wanted her to be horny? What kind of a ridiculous request was that?
You blush, "While that's a little personal," you say, "I'm afraid I'm just not attracted to girls."
Olivia's face slackens. Her mouth hangs open.
"Impossible," she says, "You do too."
"No umm– I'm not like that. I'm not even curious. Really."
Olivia stares at you angrily, "Forget it. Mistress said I could punish you, and I will. Get on your knees."
It's stupid. You shouldn't do what she says – but you feel horrible for some reason. You want to make amends. Maybe it's just the guilt from the deception – but you obey. You get on your knees. The floor is cold and hard, but you can bear a minor discomfort.
"Bend over."
You obey, but she slaps you on the back.
You realize and say, "Yes, Mistress."
"I want you to say that every time I give you an oder. No excuses," she furious, "Do you understand?"
Your stomach twists into knots, "I understand, Mistress."
Olivia rounds you and pulls up your skirt again. To your incredible shock, she then proceeds to pull down your panties. You almost move to stop her, but are completely paralyzed when she smacks you across the rear.
"Every time I smack you," Olivia says seethingly, "You will apologize and promise to obey school rules."
She waits one second to let her words sink in. Then, she smacks you hard.
Pain blinds your senses.
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