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Jane asks the question because she wishes to hear Kiera speak, not because she imagines she has had the desired effect.
“Oh wow, yeah,” Keira says. “I feel super bad. Very sorry… Is that it, then?”
Jane’s brows rise. Many girls she has encountered at this place have been of the type to talk a big game, but not have the resilience of flesh to back it up. Keira is a different creature.
“Tell me the truth, girl,” Jane says sternly.
Kiera turns her head, tossing blonde hair out of her eyes, and locks gazes with Jane. She cannot hide an impish smile.
“It hurts,” she says, though in a tone that implies she is trying to throw poor, simple disciplinarian Jane a bone.
“Does it,” Jane says flatly. “Back in proper position, young lady. Let me see if I cannot find some true contrition somewhere in you.”
Kiera gives a slight shrug as she shimmies back into place.
* * *
“What the fuck,”Storm mouths to her companions.
She, Penelope, and a sweet redhead named Melissa are listening outside the door of Jane’s office. They were in the first-year common room together earlier and saw Kiera make her entrance, watching stunned as the shiny red low-slung car threw up gravel, dust, and even bits of what had been well-manicured lawn as it roared at the chateau, fishtailing and sliding about like a thing possessed.
It was the sort of sight that could not be dismissed but had to be followed. Curiosity drew them down inexorably to Miss Strict’s office. There is danger in lurking here, but they have collectively decided it is worth it to hear what Penners has declared will be the showdown of the century. Kiera’s reputation precedes her, even among girls who are yet to meet her.
So far, she seems to be living up to that reputation, for stroke after stroke has landed, seemingly without end. There has not been so much as a whimper from inside the room, let alone a true cry of pain, shocking Storm and very much impressing Penners.
“Maybe it just doesn’t hurt that much?” Melissa suggests. She has never been so much as spanked before, and it shows.
“It hurts plenty,” Penners says. “Keira’s a machine.”
“So’s Jane,” Storm murmurs.
“The last disciplinarian was a man, and he broke a cane over her butt, and she laughed,” Penners says. “You don’t understand. She’s truly a phenomenon.”
There’s a lull in the strokes, but none of the girls notice it, because they are now too immersed in the argument of who will best who.
Storm is emphatically team Jane. “No matter who this girl is, there’s no way she is withstanding Miss Strict. She can be as phenomenal as she likes, there’s only so much punishment the body can take.”
“Exactly,” Penners replies. “There’s only so much Strict can even do. And Keira will outlast her, I bet.”
Melissa is taking more of a middle ground, alternately agreeing with Storm, and then with Penners, and then back again.
The lively discussion comes to an abrupt halt as Jane sweeps the door open suddenly. All three of them freeze in place like misbehaving does caught in headlights. Miss Strict looks down at the little collective with a truly stern, and to their shocked and guilty gazes, frightening expression. Even Storm, who is getting used to being in trouble with her, feels a fresh bolt of panic.
They were all crouched somewhat while having their discussion, and they still are. That makes Jane look taller than before, her elegant features held in a perfect mask of feminine displeasure. Storm feels herself shrink away as Jane’s hazel gaze makes harsh contact with her. If she could melt into the floor, she would.
In this moment, Jane appears to be the very embodiment of discipline, a beautiful manifestation of pure feminine power, and Storm cannot drag her eyes away from her. The sight is as terrifying as it is awesome.
Jane’s gaze runs across all of them in turn before she names them in crisp, clipped tones. “Storm, Penelope, Melissa. The three of you will see me after class today. Three pm sharp. Now go back to class. If I catch you lurking or otherwise misbehaving again, you will spend the rest of the day being punished.”
She shuts the door again firmly, leaving the girls to scatter.
“Oh my god! I’ve never been in trouble before! How did she even know my name!?” Melissa is immediately near tears as they all rush away.
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt that much, remember?” Penners snarks at her.
“See you guys at three, I guess.”
Storm grimly takes her leave of the other two, knowing she should have known better, and wishing very much that she had. She’d promised herself that this week would be better, that she’d get through the whole thing without a single punishment of any kind, and yet somehow, she is already in trouble.
