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beyondconfessor · 3 years

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Principle Decisions [6/24]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lilith/Zelda Spellman

Summary: She had engaged in dominatrix services from Sabrina’s principal. It was enough to make her light-headed.

N.B.: Also posted on AO3. This is pure fantasy, please suspend your disbelief.

“Zelda,” Faustus said, walking into her office. He entered as if he owned the place, not caring that this was her office and she was in the middle of a discussion with Elspeth about her recent failure in an essay that weighted thirty percentage of the semester’s grade.

“Yes, Professor Blackwood?” she said, smiling sharply as she looked away from Elspeth.

“Unfortunately, Shirley won’t be returning as we expected. She’s requested further time off. I’ll need you to look after her classes until she returns.”

It’d been a month, and Zelda was already thin on time and stressed as it was, trying to manage lesson planning for all of her classes and Shirley’s religious second-year subjects on top of that was more than she wanted. Prudence had been a much-needed help, but there were things she couldn’t leave with her.

Her academic paper was well behind schedule she’d set out. She was barely seeing her family outside of dinner. As it was, she barely managed to get in six hours of sleep most nights. She’d counted on finishing those two subjects in two weeks.

“I’ll require further funding for my TA,” she said. “But that’s no issue Faustus.”

“Of course,” he agreed with a nod, and then seemed to notice that someone else was present in the room. Providing a polite nod, he went to leave before pausing. “Thank you, Zelda.”

Zelda bit her tongue, feeling annoyance flush through her. She turned and looked at Elspeth, finding the girl’s eyes wide open, as if she just witnessed something she shouldn’t have.

“Where were we?” Zelda asked, honestly failing to remember what point she’d been discussing.

“Extra credit,” Elsbeth said, “So I don’t lose my scholarship.”

Zelda nodded and flicked through Elspeth’s marks. It was only the most recent essay that dragged down her overall grade, having a heavy weighting on it. “It was a rushed essay. I can give you the chance to re-write it if you feel you can bring something better to it?”

Elspeth drew in a breath, sitting up taller in the chair. It wasn’t the response she wanted. Clearly, the girl had expected something else been asked of her.

“I can do that. When do you want it handed in by?”

“Two weeks.”

Elspeth agreed, standing up and leaving. Zelda drew a sigh and watched as she left. She’d probably been lenient with the deadline and should have cut it down to a week, but the truth was that she was too exhausted to care. She was completing twice the amount of unpaid overtime than usual just to keep her classes at a certain standard and had been pressing to ensure she attended Sabrina’s extracurricular that popped-up, given that she couldn’t even fit in time to take Sabrina to and from school most days.

She considered pulling away from dinner and just eating in her office to get an extra hour of work, but Hilda would never allow. It was the one thing that she and her sister had agreed on the way back when Ambrose was barely twelve years old, and Sabrina was learning to walk. A family sat together, no matter what.

The truth was the only place she could afford to cut, was her sleep schedule. But the tension was building up inside of her. With so little time for herself, she was going to snap if she didn’t do something soon to ease it.

She just needed an hour or two.

Zelda picked up the phone and rang from her personal phone.

“Zelda,” Lilith purred like they were old friends. “I thought you’d forgotten about me.”

“I’ve been busy,” Zelda said, “Do you have an appointment for this week?”

“Hmm, let me see,” there was the sound of shuffling, and then a quiet pulled on the phone. Zelda drew in a breath, trying to ease her beating heart. A part of her hoped that she had an appointment for this afternoon. “How long were you looking for?”

Zelda’s tongue grew heavy. She flicked open her planner, looking through her availabilities. “What do you have available?” she asked as if they were trying to pencil in a business meeting.

“Saturday morning, you can have me from nine until twelve.”

Zelda’s eyes fluttered shut at the choice of words. You can have me. Oh, she would very much so enjoy having her.

“Three hours?”

“How about we say from nine until eleven, and I promise not to watch the clock,” Lilith said. “I quite like the idea of you in my garden,” Lilith said. “But there are many things we could play with.”

“And just what were thinking that I would enjoy in your garden?” Zelda inquired, trying to hold onto some semblance of control. After all, the woman was becoming entirely too presumptuous.

“We’ll discuss once you’re here. But don’t get me wrong, I would very much so enjoy hearing any ideas from yourself.”

Zelda shivered. “I’ll see you Saturday,” she said, clicking off the phone.

It was something to look forward to, and yet Zelda found herself going from meeting to meeting, class to office time (which was always busy midway through the semester when students started to realise that unless they did something soon, they wouldn’t make the marks they needed). She came home, she ate and then she returned to her home office for lesson planning until late at night, where she would drag herself to bed for a few hours.

Twice, Hilda had commented on how tired she was, enquiring if she was eating enough, and twice Zelda had snapped back that she was perfectly fine and had only just recently seen her doctor.

Hilda had shrunk away at the comment, embarrassed at the breakfast table as Zelda drank her tea, trying to ease the growing headache behind her eyes. There was a test for this afternoon, that would give her a better idea on if she needed to re-evaluate her lessons for them––and yet for the life of her, she wanted to call in sick.

“Aunt Zee?” Sabrina inquired softly. “Can I ask you something?”

She looked up, setting the cup down and tried to ease the headache she felt.

“Theo’s having trouble with some of the other boys on the team. They’re not letting him use their locker. I’ve tried talking to Coach Craven, but he doesn’t care since Wardwell told him off––and I’m worried that if I do go above him to Principal Wardwell again, he’ll just let things get worse.”

Zelda paused, drinking in the words to the context. “I can speak to their parents if that’s what you want,”

“No, I think that will make it worse.”

Zelda agreed, but she still wouldn’t mind wringing through the children’s parents. Not that it was her place, in the end, it should be Theo’s father (and yet that, still, could make things worse). “Honestly Sabrina, there’s very little things you can do with a bully like that. It may be in Theo’s best interest to quit the team.”

“But he wants to be apart of that!” Sabrina said. “It’s not fair that they just take away his enjoyment of such a thing.”

“It’s not,” Zelda agreed. “But there are some fights that you’ll need to walk away from, that is, unfortunately, how the world works. It’s not worth Theo’s unhappiness if he’s been pushed out by his peers. If anything, I would suggest perhaps finding a different sporting group who’s more open to having diversity in their team than high school.”

Sabrina frowned, sinking in her chair, “But none exists.”

“Then perhaps there’s your idea, start a new one. I doubt Theo’s the only one who feels that way.”

“No! Then they get what they want.”

Zelda sighed, “Yes, they do,” she agreed. “And it’s not fair, and it’s not right, and I’m sorry, really. If we could wave a wand and teach them all a lesson, I’m sure we would. Realistically speaking, to avoid Theo facing further punishment, it might be in his best interest to leave. Not all fights are worth battling. Sometimes it’s about walking away and creating your own happiness.”

Sabrina’s face twisted, conflict crossing over her face. “I mean, is that what you did?”

Zelda frowned. “Pardon?”

“Aunt Hilda mentioned that things were hard for you when you were starting at Greendale University. That the others––“

“Your Aunt Hilda is going off gossip. No, it was entirely different; I wasn’t being berated the way young Theo was. Just some minor office gossip, and nothing I couldn’t rise above.”

Sabrina frowned. “Maybe I should just speak to Principle Wardwell.”

“You could,” Zelda agreed, “And then she’ll speak to the coach, and then…what? I don’t mean to detract you from this goal. It’s admirable. But perhaps you should think about what’s actually fair for Theo rather than seeking justice.”

Sabrina made a face, her nose wrinkling. “It is about Theo. He’s getting bullied by these…these…dicks,” Sabrina said, spitting the word.

Zelda blinked and watched as Sabrina continued to sit tall in the seat, chin lifted defiantly. No matter what Zelda had to say, she knew Sabrina would go against it. Her niece had apparently already decided as to what she was going to do.

“Speak to Theo,” Zelda urged. “Maybe speak to his Coach yourself. But actually, look towards what the repercussions are likely to be. I’m sure the last thing you want to do is make life even more difficult for your friend.”

“I won’t,” Sabrina said. “I just want him to be happy.”

“And that’s not a bad thing to want,” Zelda assured. “But be sure that this is really about Theo’s interest and not just to serve your own hero complex.”

“Hero complex?” Sabrina echoed. “Is that what you think this about?”

It was, but Zelda didn’t particularly want that argument so ignored the bait, and left a quiet to settle between them and with it, as she began to feel her migraine increase. What she needed was to lie down in a dark room with a damp towel across her head. As it was, she couldn’t. “Do you need me to drop you off at school?”

“Or what, you think my hero complex will have me try and rescue a cat out some tree I pass?”

Zelda sighed, staring at her. “Do you want me to drive you or not?”

“I can walk to Harvey’s and see if he’ll take me.”

There was a strange way she said those words that had Zelda narrowing her eyes. “Has something happened between you and Mr Kinkle?”

Sabrina shook her head before biting her lip. “I don’t know,” she admitted before she smiled and looked up at Zelda, an otherwise perfectly happy expression on her face. “It’s fine,” she assured. “I think he’s just busy. He and his dad are fighting,” she shrugged.

Zelda nodded. Despite never seeing the senior Kinkle drunk himself, Zelda was familiar with Sabrina’s stories of how Harvey felt about it all. Once, Sabrina had begged to have Harvey move in with them, and although Zelda wasn’t against the idea, especially if a child was being harmed, the practice of it was trickier than theory.

Still, there was the older sibling in the household, and as Zelda understood it, he often cooled the clashes between the family.

“I’ll drop you off. I’ll be ready to leave in five minutes,” Zelda advised, looking to the clock upon the wall. It was enough time for her to finish her tea and grab her bag from her office.

She’d spent most of the last night finalising her lesson plan for Shirley’s class, and this morning, she felt a tightness in her neck, likely adding to the growing migraine she had. Before she finished her last mouthful of tea, she dug around for her painkillers and took the familiar dosage.

“Ready!” Sabrina said, just as she managed to set her cup in the sink.

Zelda made a gesture for her to go to the car, as she picked up her bag from her office, taking her computer and day planner with her. She checked for keys and her wallet and then paused, noticing that her computer’s light wasn’t on.

Opening it up, she watched the screen flick on…and then turn off completely.

Zelda took the charger, plugging it in and watched as, again, the computer’s screen flickered.

Panic welled up in her chest. It’d worked perfectly fine last night. The last thing she needed was for it to seize––all of her work was in it, including her lesson planning. And yes, although she did have it backed up, it was all on the cloud and inaccessible to her from any of the school’s computers. She would have to use her phone.

Zelda took a breath, taking the laptop and shoving it into her bag. There was every chance that the charger was the issue, and she just needed to obtain a new one.

“Aunt Zee?” Sabrina called from the hallway, and Zelda squeezed her eyes shut. There was a computer shop in town. She could duck in, confirm if there was a problem, and then return to pick it up if need be.

Shutting her office door, Zelda’s heels clicked loudly on the floors as her frustration seemed to be growing to a boiling point.

Sabrina shifted as she saw her, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” she clipped back. “Get in the car before we’re late.”

Sabrina’s eyes widened, but she seemed to have enough decency to realise that it was the time, and climbed into the car.

Zelda drove to the school, pulling into the parking lot, and watched as Sabrina climbed out quickly before running off, wishing a brief “have a good day!” though seemingly somewhat avoidant of dealing with her bad mood any further.

Not that Zelda could blame her.

She was just pulling out of the parking lot when she noticed a familiar car pull in, Lilith at the wheel. Zelda blinked, watching the car pass before she could so much as absorb the situation.

Briefly, she wondered why the woman was attending the school––before remembering their conversation at the game the other week. Zelda wondered if the woman was a mother to one of the children bullying poor Theo––if she was, Zelda was going to have strong words with her about using her so-called discipline to better use and actually parenting her son.

Putting the thoughts away, she drove to the computer shop and walked in just as the sign on the front door was switched to open.

The retail assistant’s mouth opened, going to babble out a polite welcome or whatever as she pulled out her laptop and placed it on the counter. “My computer’s screen went black, and I need it to be fixed before my classes start.”

“O-of course,” he said, taking the computer in his grip. He looked over it, checking for something before he plugged it in.

The charger’s light flicked on, confirming that was working before he pulled open the screen. Zelda watched as again. The screen flickered before turning black.

“Ah,” he said. “It could be a screen issue, but…have you visited any new websites recently? No judgement of course, but if you downloaded new software from online, or clicked on any…ads, or…anything like that?” he asked, looking at her awkwardly.

Zelda’s jaw tightened, under usual circumstances she’d be able to tightly respond with no. Still, the truth was, she had been doing some minor extracurricular website searches to understand some of the services Lilith had (because they used slang she was unfamiliar with), and there was every possibility that one of them might have downloaded something.

“Could you fix the issue?” she asked instead.

“Oh, definitely,” he agreed. “It might wipe your hard drive though, if-if it was…that.”

Zelda exhaled a deep breath. Her lesson plan was fine, but she would lose a lot of resources she was using for her paper, and it’d be difficult for her to retrieve them again. “If you could avoid that, I would prefer it,” she said.

The man nodded, typing on the screen. “I can have it back by Monday. I’ll try and see if it’s a screen issue first.”

“Monday?” she asked tightly, before nodding, “Monday’s fine,” she agreed. She’d just have to live off her phone until such a time.

“Let me just grab your contact details.”

Zelda provided them tightly as she dug out her phone and clicked through, pulling out the information from her lesson plans. She was going to be late, but that would just have to be something she dealt with.

As it was, she managed to make in time and was able to deliver her lesson without drawing to her phone too much. She was, however, late to her office hours due to trying to get a spare laptop from the library, which was being looked after by a grad student who didn’t know how to loan out the spare laptops.

By the time she arrived, one of her students was sitting on the ground by her door and fumbling to stand-up awkwardly. “Professor Spellman!” he said. “I need an extension for the essay due next week.”

Zelda pulled out her keys, clicking the door open. “Which essay is this for?” she inquired, pushing the door open and clicking the lights on. Her headache was growing as she set down her bag and set the laptop up, opening before she noticed a low battery warning.

Of course, the student had forgotten to provide a charger. She closed the lid and looked up at the student, watching as he nervously took a seat before her and began twisting at his clothes.

“Ah—well, it’s…technically…P-professor Jackson’s…class. And she’s usually fine with giving extensions, so as long as…”

Zelda’s brows rose. “So as long as…?” she prompted.

“Ah…can I have an extension. Please? I have an exam on the same day and I just…really need…”

Zelda sat back in her seat. “Did Professor Jackson go over her timetable for when assignments were due?”

“Yes?”

“So you were aware of both your essay and exam being on the same day since your first week of classes?”

“I mean, tech-technically, yes, but I didn’t actually realise until…until this week,” she admitted.

“Melvin, isn’t it?”

“Yes, professor.”

“Melvin, I suggest that you go over your schedule for the rest of the semester. The answer is no; I will not be granting an extension. You’ve had all semester to plan for this.”

“But Elspeth––“ and then he stopped himself, seeming to realise he said too much. Zelda’s brows rose, waiting to see if he would continue, but thankfully Melvin just stuttered out a muttered apology, before he scrambled at his bag and left, leaving her alone in her office with a dying laptop.

She clicked the power save button and stared at it. It wasn’t like she could easily download her lessons and transfer it across anyway, they were two different systems (and it was one of the few times she regretted not using the school’s standard provided laptops to do all of her work).

She sunk in her seat, pulling open her drawer to pull out the Advil packaging, only to find that it wasn’t there.

No, because she’d used it all up and the only container she had was the one at home.

Of course. Of course, it was because the day couldn’t get any worse.

Except it did, because just as she was about to take lunch, her phone rang.

“Ms Spellman?” the woman on the line enquired.

“Yes, who’s speaking?”

“This is Mrs Meeks, I’m calling from Baxter High.” Zelda’s stomach sunk. “Your niece got into a fight this morning. Principal Wardwell has requested if you could come into the office to discuss her behaviour? Usually, we’d speak to Hilda, but I’m afraid her phone’s been switched off.”

Of course, it was because her sister was working today. Though it certainly raised the question as to why Hilda was first on the list when she should have been. But that wasn’t the concern now.

Zelda’s eyes squeezed shut. Sabrina got into a fight, and Zelda knew exactly what the reasoning of the fight was.

“I’ll be right in,” she said.

Clicking her phone off, she looked across her time table. She had lunch, and then two hours after that before her next class. It meant she was shutting her office hours prematurely shut, but she wrote on the whiteboard of the door, advising that she would be available through email or in the following week, adding that if it was urgent, to reach out to Professor Blackwood.

Bad things came in threes, her mother used to say, and Zelda hoped that this was the last of her bad luck.

In the drive over to the school, she considered calling up Hilda and asking her to deal with it. Still, the truth was, Hilda would be a push-over and agreed that Sabrina warranted some kind of punishment when Zelda knew perfectly well that Sabrina was likely only protecting her friend and did not require any form of punishment.

Parking in a teacher’s spot (it wasn’t like they could do anything about it), she locked the car and walked to the front office, before getting directions to the Principal’s office.

There, she saw the strange, blonde woman on the phone, and then Sabrina, Theo, Harvey and Roz, all sitting on the bench with their heads bowed and bruises forming across their faces and knuckles. To the other side was a half-dozen boys Zelda didn't recognise sitting on the other side of the room.

Zelda looked across them all, brows raised. As Sabrina and her friends all began speaking at once, she rose her hand, silencing them. “Have your parents been called?” she asked, looking to the other children.

“Yes,” Roz answered, “They’re with Principal Wardwell now. Except…for Harvey’s dad, since Mr Kinkle was in the mines.”

Zelda looked to him and then to Mrs Meeks. “Am I right to enter?”

“Oh yes, should be fine,” she nodded.

Zelda swept a look over them, giving a small nod to Sabrina to let her know that she didn’t disapprove of whatever happened, but they would certainly talk later about it.

Pushing open the door, she came into a room filled with six other parents, recognising Sabrina’s friend’s parents, she gave a small nod and went to shut the door before her eyes fell onto the principal.

And then she nearly fainted. They both stared at each other, a tightness rolling over the room before Lilith’s face brokered into a mask.

“Ms Spellman, I take it?” Lilith asked, tilting her head. “I thought we requested your sister?”

“She’s occupied,” Zelda said, grounding herself as she closed the door.

“Well, we were just concluding this matter,” Lilith said, hands folded neatly before her and Zelda felt her stomach flip. The principal.

She had engaged in dominatrix services from Sabrina’s principal. It was enough to make her light-headed.

“And just what would that be?” she asked, standing in the doorway, afraid that if she took a step, she’d wobble on her heels.

Her principal!

Lilith’s eyes roamed across the room. “Suspension, I believe. Across all parties for next week. Baxter High has a zero-tolerance after all.”

“Ridiculous,” Zelda counted. “Whatever Sabrina’s reasonings were, I’m sure they were warranted.”

An argument arose, and Lilith pushed up on to her feet, a sharp grip on her face enough to silence the room with commanded respect. “Ms Spellman,” she clipped, before gesturing to the seat before her. “How about you take a seat and we’ll discuss what occurred. No need for anyone else to be held up any further by this.”

Zelda rolled her shoulders back and stepped over to the empty seat before her, but refrained from sitting. Lilith’s eyes held hers, and there was a beat as tension seemed to hold between them, and Zelda wondered, briefly, if she was going to say something to her.

She didn’t. Instead, Lilith walked around her desk and seemed to direct the parents out of the room. There was a moment where she spoke to Mrs Meeks, asking her to direct the students back to class, before she stepped back in the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Sit down,” Lilith said, and Zelda felt her knees bend, a part of her wanting to obey before she resisted and glared at the woman.

“You’re a principal?” she hissed.

Lilith’s eyes fluttered innocently, “In fairness, I hadn’t put two and two together until I saw you at the football match the other weekend. And at that point, I thought you had worked out the truth as well. Hardly my fault if you came to the wrong conclusion.”

“You––“

“Are here to discuss Sabrina, not our relationship. Now…sit. Down.”

Zelda scoffed, looking away, before she sat down in the chair, crossing her legs. “This is absurd,” she advised. “If I’m to conclude, Sabrina was only defending her friend against bigoted bullies. If anything, she should be rewarded.”

“Did she discuss the fight with you?”

“No, but I understand Mr Putnam has been having some issues with bullies.”

Lilith nodded, deep exhaustion pulling at her. “Yes, well. Unfortunately, Baxter High’s policy towards any fights is absolute.”

“Did Sabrina start the fight?”

Lilith closed her eyes, annoyance growing on her as she sat back in her seat. “Witnesses say she did and didn’t. Apparently one of the children made a snide comment and Sabrina retorted. When she was walking away, one of the footballers went to do…something in retort against Theo, and Mr Kinkle ended up striking them first.”

“It sounds like to me that they were starting it then.”

“And if it were a simple thing of words, it would be much simpler, but no, it was an extensive fight, and one of the kids has been taken to hospital with what might be a broken leg. His parents would like to push for the expulsion of Sabrina and her friends. At the very least of Theo, who they’ve assured was the person to push the boy, not that anyone else agrees with that.” Lilith rolled her eyes.

Ah, Zelda realised. There were deeper politics at play. She shifted in her seat watching the annoyance flick over Lilith’s face, realising that it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the other parents.

It’d taken her over forty-five minutes from when she got the phone call to walking into the school’s office. Likely a lot of the students' parents were much closer and Lilith––or Principal Wardwell––had been dealing with them for quite some time.

“This could ruin her academic prospects,” Zelda counted. “It could ruin all of the children if they’re suspended. Surely, something else could be arranged.”

“Surely,” Lilith said, a smirking growing on her lips. “Between you and me, I would very much so like to separate this issue and deal with what I know likely to be true with regards to Theo, but unfortunately I can not. None of the children have come forward to me outside of this event. Despite the assurance from Sabrina that she has spoken to Coach Craven, he assures that it’s an overdramatic flare of what actually occurred.”

Zelda watched as Lilith’s eyes narrowed, seething at the coach.

“So, because a teacher is going against Sabrina’s word, you can’t do anything?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t say that,” Lilith said, “Just that I have to be careful about what I do.” Her nails drummed on the desk, before her eyes flashed, looking at Zelda. “Suspension is what the parents want, and given that it would be across all the students it would be fair, but you’re right, it could affect the academic progression of some our students, as well as the possibility of scholarships for others.”

Zelda swallowed, feeling a flush form over her chest at the way the woman was looking at her. It sounded almost like she was leading to a point. “So you’ll reduce their punishment?”

Lilith tilted her head, her eyes going to the office door briefly. “Well, punishment needs to be served, but I can certainly get creative in finding something for the students to do. Perhaps a charity organisation for their time to remind them that they need to work together—on top of detention, of course.”

It wasn’t fair, but it was agreeable. A fight she was willing to relent.

“But is that really fair?” Lilith mused, seeming to once again, read her thoughts. “After all, Baxter High’s rules are quite strict on this matter. It should be an expulsion of all students. I was negotiated down to a suspension, however…you’re asking me to agree to detention and a few wasted Saturdays.”

“Surely the rules don’t explicitly dictate expulsion.”

“They do,” Lilith assured. “In fact, a lot of the rules haven’t been updated since the nineteen-twenties.”

Zelda blinked, “What are you getting at?” she asked.

“I would never suggest corporal punishment on a child, but if someone…older were to take it on their behalf…”

Zelda paused, allowing the words to settle between them as she caught the woman’s expression. “Are you suggesting that I act as a whipping girl?” she asked, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

Here? Now? On the desk? If she was honest, it was almost exactly what she needed after the day she had.

Lilith bit her lip, and there was a fine balance to a played innocence and devilish intrigue in the look she threw. It caused Zelda to shift in her chair, turning to look over her shoulder and confirm the office door wouldn’t be thrown open.

“And if I don’t do this?” Zelda asked.

Lilith shrugged. “I’ll still arrange for them to complete their community service, but you’ll be left knowing that the punishment was unfairly reduced to a slap on the wrist—so to speak.”

Zelda knew what she meant was, I won’t offer this again to you, because they’d be unlikely to find themselves in such a situation again where Zelda needed to play as a whipping girl.

It wasn’t a fantasy Zelda knew she wanted until it was dangled before her and almost too unbearable to resist. Low in her belly, she felt the flicker of desire warming through her, enough so that she could feel her heart pounding in her chest as much as she could feel a dull thrum between her thighs.

“Fine,” she said, trying to pretend it didn’t have the exact effect of her that it was.

Lilith grinned, an excitement lighting her as she rose to her feet and then gestured to the desk.

Zelda swallowed. Removing her coat, she stepped around the desk and gave a glance to the windows. The blinds were pulled closed, making it impossible to look in. “Well?” Lilith asked, “What are you waiting for. On the desk, now.”

“Shouldn’t we lock the office door?”

“Bend over,” Lilith said as if she hadn’t heard. Zelda bit her tongue, excitement rolling through her as she bent over the desk. She couldn’t see her, but she felt the woman’s hand run over her skirt.

There was a creak of the chair, and then Lilith was standing, coming around to the office door where she flicked the lock with a meaningful look to Zelda, letting her know that they would not be disturbed.

Zelda splayed her hands on the desk. She wasn’t sure how she felt laid out on Lilith’s desk like this, watching as the woman circled back behind her, not unlike a shark examining circling their dinner.

“Cane or barehand?” Lilith asked.

Zelda blinked. “You have a cane here?”

“Don’t make me ask the question again,” Lilith said. “Or I’ll start adding lashes.”

Zelda swallowed, thinking over the words. “Cane,” she answered because they might as well do this right.

“Good girl.”

Zelda heard the sound of a drawer opening, before the dragging of something firm against the wood, and then Lilith was setting the cane down beside her so that Zelda could see it as another hand ran over her backside.

“I’ll admit, I’ve wanted to do this to you for a while, now. Impetuous as you are.”

Zelda scoffed. “I’ve been rather well behaved if anything.”

“Backtalk,” Lilith tutted. “That’s another lashing, I think.” And then her hands were running down Zelda’s thigh, dropping over the hem of her skirt. Zelda shivered, and then felt as the pencil skirt was rolled up her legs, and then over her hips, before being bunched around her waist.

Lilith’s fingers drew over the back of her thighs, touching over the bare skin void of any stockings or lace. “Do you remember your safe word?” she asked.

“I do,” Zelda nodded, pressing firmer against the table as she stared over the edge, looking at the collection of books and knick-knacks that Lilith had on display.

“Good girl,” Lilith breathed, and Zelda felt her knees go weak.

She felt the garter belt unclipped from the back of her stockings, before being pushed up and out of the way, and then her underwear was being rolled down. They’d barely begun, but if Zelda was honest, she could already feel how wet she was.

“My, my, Ms Spellman. I’m not sure if this is going to get the message across given the effect it’s had on you,” Lilith said, as a finger drew dangerously close to her sex, but didn’t quite touch, keeping to the edges of her thighs. “But let’s give this an honest go, hmm?”

Zelda nodded, not trusting herself to speak as she heard the cane get picked up, dragging slowly against the wood of the desk.

“Spread your legs there, that’s a good girl. Back straight,” she said, adjusting Zelda into position and Zelda shivered at the contact, feeling the cool air brush against the warmth of her sex.

Never in her life had something been so utterly erotic as this.

“We’ll start with five lashings?” Lilith said. “I’d appreciate if you could count them for me. Otherwise, I tend to lose track. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…?” Lilith enquired.

“Yes, Principal Wardwell.” She wasn’t sure if it was the right thing, but Lilith seemed to chuckle at the response, apparently amused by it.

“Five lashings, dear,” she reminded. Zelda nodded and then waited. Nothing occurred; there was only the dull sound of a clock ticking in the room.

And then the first thwack of the cane hit her on the right cheek, stinging against the skin. “One,” she gasped, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the pain roll across her. The next strike hit against the other side, stinging across the lower side of the cheek and Zelda felt herself clench, “Two,” she said.

There was a punishment in counting it out. Not only did it seem to make it worse, but she felt horribly young, counting her punishments.

“Three!” she gasped, though a moan was building in her chest. A pause came, and then Lilith’s fingers were running across the strike, and Zelda was dropping her head against the table, legs shaking.

It wasn’t horribly painful as she’d first expected, but apparently, she was more into being struck than she realised.

Another strike hit her, high on the right buttocks and Zelda whimpered, feeling wetness slide down her thigh like warm honey. She was drenched and aroused, and there was a dull throb pulling at her sex. There was nothing more she wanted than another hit.

But Lilith seemed to pause, and in the reflection of a knick-knack, Zelda could see a warped version of Lilith holding the cane as she seemed to examine her. “If I knew the effect a good disciple would give to you,” Lilith purred. “I would have done it much sooner.”

Zelda turned, looking over her shoulder to watch Lilith’s eyes dart from her ass to looking up at her, her grin widening.

“Turn around,” Lilith coaxed. “We’re not finished yet.”

Zelda turned around, jerking as fingers pressed against the welt across her backside, slipping over it. And then Lilith’s hand rested over her lower back and the second strike came, sudden and hard and Zelda bit back the groan, her back arching as she jerked forward against the desk, hard enough that it rocked.

And then Lilith’s hand was rubbing against the area, soothing the sting and Zelda felt a whimper rise in her throat, leg shaking at the contrasting touch.

And then came another strike, firmed on the side and Zelda gasped, eyes wide open. “Five, that was five.”

“Was it?” Lilith asked. “I heard you count to two. It sounds like you skipped a few numbers there.”

Zelda twisted around, looking at her. “You can’t be serious?”

Lilith’s brows rose, mischief in her eyes as she cast an exaggerated stern expression at her.“I did ask you to count. I get very lost with these things.”

Zelda huffed, facing back on the desk. She wanted to bite back a response but didn’t trust herself to speak. Despite the sting, Zelda felt the arousal pulling at her. The reality of the situation seemed to hover, reminding her that she was in the school, that she was engaging in discipline by a dominatrix, who’s apparent other job was working as a principal.

And yet, she couldn’t find herself to care.

“We’ll start with three, hmm?” Lilith asked

“Yes,” she answered and then when a silence held between them, she groaned, ducking her head to swallow back her pride. “Yes, Principle Wardwell.”

Again, Lilith laughed. It was a deep, low chuckle divining pleasure from the sadism. It was with that that Zelda was reminded of her email insignia. Madam Satan indeed.

The first strike was firm, and Zelda spoke the word, feeling it come from low in her chest. “Three.” And then the next strike was sharper. “Four,” she gasped, eyes pressing shut. And then, finally, a last strike. It was firm, and yet it crossed over most of the welts, making her thighs shake. “Five,” she whispered, feeling the strike work its way through her body.

She felt her knees weaken, a tugging sensation pulling at her sex as if she’d almost managed to orgasm from that alone.

And just as she steadied herself, another hit came, smacking against both cheeks hard. Zelda bucked and gasped, feeling herself clench at the hit. “Fuck,” she cried, her voice high and pleading.

It was enough for tears to prick at her eyes, and more than enough that Zelda felt an ache low in her body, desperately tugging at her.

“There, all done,” Lilith said, placing the cane down as her other hand rubbed over her backside, soothing the sting.

She didn’t mean to (well, not actively at least) but as the fingers ran over her welts, Zelda found herself arching her back, adjusting her backside in a way that would have the fingers slide across and touch over her sex.

“Oh, I see,” Lilith breathed, and then Zelda felt her hand slide near and close. “You were such a good whipping girl for me, taking ten lashes. Did you want a reward?” It was a tease as if pretending she wasn’t already entirely aware of what Zelda wanted.

She wanted to ask what reward, not wanting to be tricked with something horrible, but she couldn’t find the words. She was so close, so close that it would hardly take more than a well-placed stroke to get her off. Zelda nodded against the desk and felt the hands drop away.

“Turn around,” Lilith said, and she obeyed, hissing as the welts pressed against the edge of the desk. Lilith stepped forward and then Zelda’s chin was being tilted up as Lilith grinned at her. “Part your legs for me.”

Zelda obeyed, spreading her legs, breathing in sharply as she pressed firmer on the welts against the edge of the desk.

Lilith grinned at her, and then she was stepping between her legs, hand drawing lightly against the slick folds. Zelda watched at the pupil expanded, Lilith’s mouth parting as she gasped with what she found.

Zelda wasn’t slick, or wet. She was drenched from the caning and Zelda could feel something akin to embarrassment as she bit her lip, feeling herself quiver at the light touch, arousal dripping over her thighs and stinging against the forming welts.

And then Lilith was sliding inside of her and Zelda felt it like stars behind her eyes. Never had anything felt as deliciously good as the woman sliding however many fingers inside of her.

Lilith’s expression shifted, her face holding in faux surprise before she grinned, like the cat that got the canary, stroking inside of her purposefully with the intent to tease. “Is this what wanted?” she asked. Zelda’s eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, rocking forward.

She regretted the movement, feeling the sting shudder up her spine, mixing with the growing climax.

“Hold on to the desk,” Lilith said. “You’re going to want a steady grip for what I’m about to do.”

Zelda’s fingers wrapped around the desk, uncertain as to why, since she could certainly hold herself up on her feet.

And then Lilith was on her knees before her and Zelda felt herself tremble at the sight. The woman’s incandescent eyes staring up at her as she bent forward, fingers still stroking inside her as she pressed a kiss to her skin, licking along the crease between thigh and labia.

“Jesus Christ,” Zelda hissed, pressing on the ball of her feet, hands grasping at the desk. It was too much, definitely too much in a way that every other fantasy would be shattered and replaced with the image of Lilith on her knees.

Zelda swallowed, watching as Lilith’s tongue slipped between her labia folds in a low, languid stroke, and then she couldn’t watch her any more. It was too sinful, too delicious and her head rolled back, jaw clenching shut as she felt the tongue slip over her sex, drawing over it with such wonderful delight that Zelda could feel the sting of the welts melting and heightening the pleasure Lilith was summoning between her legs.

It was slow and drawn out, and then Lilith’s pace increased, her fingers sliding deeper insider of her, filling her up in a way that felt like she was entirely designed to please her, pressing where she needed it to be pressed, sliding deep and then back.

Zelda could feel her arousal dripping down against her thighs.

“Fuck,” Zelda whimpered, squeezing around the fingers as Lilith’s tongue drew over her clit. “Lilith,” she keened again louder, as Lilith began sucking over the clit, drawing over it until Zelda was no longer riding a wave. She was thrown high and higher and, oh god, she needed more. Her body was shaking, and her grip on the desk was slipping with the way she was riding those fingers.

One hand let go of the desk, slipping into Lilith’s hair, as she urged for more. She could hear the woman laughing between her thighs, but she didn’t care about how unhinged she felt. The woman was filling her up and licking her out like she’d never experienced before and there was nothing in this world that Zelda wanted more than to come.

“Let’s see how messy you are,” Lilith said before her tongue began swirling firm circles and it was all Zelda could do to nod, biting her lip.

The pressure was firmer, and then, Zelda was squeezing tighter, her whole body convulsing as all she could focus on was the pressure building and building, until––

“God, Lilith,” she managed to say, the words squeezed between a breath as she let go and felt the orgasm shake through her, with a sudden, unexpected gush of wetness.

She fumbled back on the desk, barely able to consider what exactly occurred as she realised that Lilith’s fingers hadn’t let up her. Her tongue was pressing flat over her clit, down to her fingers, and Zelda was shaking again. Before she could push her away, she was brought again to climax, stronger than the previous one, that took her by surprise so much that she dropped awkwardly against the desk, feeling papers crease, and something hard and wooden press against her forearm as she caught herself from falling.

Only then did Lilith pull away, her mouth dropping away first, fingers drawing out in such a way that Zelda whined at the sensation, blinking up at the ceiling.

She felt…very wet. And worse, she felt as if there’d been a sudden force to her orgasms, almost like she’d…

Well…she wasn’t sure, but she hadn’t had an orgasm like that for some time.

“What did you do?” she asked breathlessly, feeling the words come out in heavy pants as she watched Lilith rise to her feet, wiping her chin with the back of her hand with an entirely too pleased expression on her face as she reached over Zelda to pick at a tissue.

“Why I believe I made you come twice,” she said, her smile widening. “What do you think happened?”

Zelda felt a flush rush over her face. She’d had many orgasms before, but that had been different to anything she’d experienced. “You…” she trailed off, voice strangling as she looked away as Lilith cleaned her fingers with the tissue before throwing it in the wastepaper bin.

Zelda moved, but before she could, Lilith stopped her. “Here,” she said, reaching over her again and plucking out two sheets of tissue before handing it to her. “Have you never ejaculated like that before?”

Zelda took the sheets of tissue, cleaning herself the best she could before fixing her underwear and stockings. “No,” she admitted. “Well…maybe once or twice, but not like that.” She threw the tissues in the wastepaper bin and shifted her skirt down, feeling the marks on the ass sting as she did so.

They were going to hurt for a while.

“Pleased to be of service then,” Lilith said, taking a seat back in the office chair. “Did you want me to place cream on that?” she asked, pointing towards Zelda’s ass, though the way she swivelled in the chair made Zelda think that she just wanted to pull down her underwear again and fuck her over the desk once more.

“I’ll be fine,” Zelda said, feeling the flush of embarrassment wash over her. They had both been intense orgasms, and although Zelda had greatly enjoyed them both, she couldn’t help the embarrassment that had come with it. She’d been utterly unhinged, and now it seemed there was shame rolling over her for the ejaculation.

Lilith’s face tilted and before Zelda could push away, the woman was standing up before her, a finger on her chin gently guiding her eyes back to face her. “There’s nothing shameful about that.”

Zelda’s eyes narrowed, pushing the hand away from her. “I’m quite aware, thank you,” she said. “I’m not some young girl you need to guide in the ways of sex and sexuality.” Huffing, she pushed off from the desk and immediately regretted it, feeling the sting press over her.

“As you say,” Lilith said, going to sit back in her office chair as if they were having nothing more than a casual conversation. “I do hope you’re finished for the rest of the day, as I imagine that will be quite painful until late this evening.”

Zelda looked away, fixing her hair the best she could without a mirror present. “I trust that what we discussed stands––community service?”

“Yes, but it will be for all the students. Can’t look like a favour any of them,” she said, with a pressing look—annoyance from the need to play politics.

“And the other children?”

“I will handle it. But if you’d like to take up the issue, our PTA is always open. Or we can have another meeting?”

Zelda made a non-committal noise, running her hands over her skirt to ensure she couldn’t see anything.

“I shall see you tomorrow, Ms Spellman,” Lilith said, before gesturing to her door.

Zelda gave her a sharp look, before nodding and stepping away. The next day it was then.

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