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MEMORIES OF
LONG TALL MARY Part 67
by Long Tall
Mary
6:00AM came
around quickly, but it was a good night’s sleep. Upon awakening I first went to
Cecilia’s bedroom and freed her from the restraints. I offered to “bury the
hatchet”, so to say, if she treated Noreen and I with proper respect in the
future. In addition no one else would ever find out about her forced bondage.
She was somewhat less than convincing in her response that she would, and it
remained to be seen if she would fulfill her promise.
Next I freed
April from her collar chain restraint, and she was permitted to dress in the
academy athletic uniform. To this was added the ball and chain device that
Lydia had been wearing for the past week. April would wear it every minute of
the day, whether in class, in the hall or elsewhere. To meet the physical
exercise requirements of the academy she would be allowed to run in place,
instead of around a track. In addition she would be required to work on the
dirt hauling project, while the ball and chain would slow her and make the task
more strenuous, but it wouldn’t prevent her from pushing the wheel barrow.
Later in the morning she would be caned in the presence of the other cadets, as
punishment for having sex with the computer repairman.
Noreen arrived
as promised at 7:00AM looking worn and haggard, perhaps she really had a
difficult night dealing with her daughter and son-in-law. I had instructed Cecilia to apologize to her personally
for past indiscretions, and this clearly took Noreen by surprise. Noreen’s
reaction was less than overwhelming, in addition to her family problems, she
was no doubt preoccupied with the male sub session, scheduled for Monday at my
dungeon.
April would
be allowed to mingle and reside in the dormitory with the other cadets. I still
had plans to subject her to caning in front of the other cadets for her sexual
misconduct, but that would be kept from her until immediately before it was
inflicted, sometime before 11:00, which was the time I planned to leave.
Noreen and I
decided to eat breakfast in the cafeteria, unlike Cecilia, who was entitled to
private room service. We had been sitting for about ten minutes when Cecilia
entered the cafeteria, with a visibly worried look about her. Cecilia informed
us that she had just received a call that Valerie Smith, a member of the board
of directors, was arriving within the next thirty minutes for a surprise
inspection of the academy.
Given Ms. Smith’s
philosophical leanings, a storm was imminent. For years she had been an upper echelon
staff member at the United Nation, and upon leaving that service had landed a
position with a lobbying firm with a clientele consisting largely of foreign
corporations. She had also become something of a human rights advocate, and was
a board member of an international human rights watch group.
Of great
interest to me was the report that the 50 something divorcee was engaged in an
extra marital affair with a prominent New York City politician, who was rumored
to have aspirations for statewide elected office. The rumor was that he would
divorce his wife and marry his paramour, making her the beneficiary of the many
material rewards inherent in the office. Unfortunately for candidate X, he is
Jewish, and some clients of Ms. Smith’s company were connected to foreign
governments considered hostile to Israel. Public knowledge of this affair would
be ruinous to his chances of election.
Fortunately
I had been warned about Ms. Smith’s character earlier, by the CEO; suffice to
say that mutual ill will existed between them. I assured Cecilia I would be
able to handle the bitch, but it did little to calm the beleaguered
headmistress. No sooner had I finished my little prep talk than did the black
Hummer, with Ms. Smith the sole occupant, pull into the parking lot. I ordered
Noreen to go prepare the cadets and staff for the occasion, Cecilia and myself
headed outside to greet the unwelcome visitor.
This was the
first time I had seen Ms. Smith in person, and intuitively disliked what I saw,
not withstanding what I already knew about her. She was somewhat petite, being
about 5’7” tall, and dressed rather casually, but neatly in a conservative
length white skirt, a white blouse and a pink sweater. She was only of average endowment
figure wise, and was heavily made up, exuding the demeanor of the typical pompous
and overbearing intellectual. Before even introducing herself she issued her
first command, summoning someone to carry her luggage into the guest room, as
she intended to stay overnight.
Cecilia
acquiesced to this request, using her push to talk cell to have a staffer
comply. This done, Cecilia introduced both of us, referring to me as Miss
Cusimano, I should mention that I detest being addressed as such. “Oh you’re
the dominatrix who owns a gin mill in downtown Syracuse” was Smith’s reply.
While I certainly am a dominatrix, I resent my bar being referred to as a “gin
mill”, as it is highly regarded locally, as much for the good food as well as
drinks. It even rated five stars by the restaurant critic for the
Post-Standard.
I then made
my first assertion of dominance by suggesting Smith accompany me to the guest
bedroom, where she would be stripped, hogtied and subjected to lesbian sex.
“This is an outrage” she angrily retorted, “How dare you have the audacity to
make such a licentious advance to a superior-I can assure you your days as a
contract employee here are numbered”. Cecilia was aghast, but I was unfazed.
At this time
I sprung my knowledge of Smith’s covert relationship with Candidate X, as well
as the name of the psychiatrist whom she was seeing. The bitch was stopped cold
in her tracks! It was beyond her imagination that anyone had access to such adverse
information. She apparently did not suspect the CEO as being the source, indeed
this was a tribute to his formidable resources.
At that
instant Cadet Andrea, arrived having been summoned to serve as bellhop for the
visitor. She assumed a position of attention before reciting “Cadet Andrea
reporting as ordered”. “Your services will not be needed at this time, you may
return to the building”, I announced. Ms. Smith was seething with rage, her
distress over my being privy to her personal secrets compounded by having her
lodging plans cancelled.
“If you
persist in attempting to have either Cecilia or myself terminated, or if you in
any way undermine the cadet discipline program, I will not hesitate to cause
this information to become public”, I announced after Andrea had departed. Smith
was further informed she could conduct a brief supervised inspection of the
academy, under my supervision of course, before departing. Her stay would be limited
to no more than two hours.
It was
indeed a pleasure to accompany Ms. Smith on her tour. My presence assured that
the questions asked of the cadets were only superficial, and that there would
be no probing for evidence of abuse. Likewise the cadets would be inhibited from
volunteering such allegation.
The tour
lasted just fifteen minutes short of the two hour maximum. Attempts to extract
incriminating admissions from the cadets and staff met with failure. In
fairness they had been prepped in advance not to answer the questions
truthfully, having been forewarned that Smith intended to employ much more
intrusive surveillance systems coupled with increased punishments.
This of course was only partially true, Smith
desired the surveillance systems primarily to detect staff misconduct, if
anything the cadets would be punished even more leniently, if punished at all,
than prior to my employment at the academy. The deception was successfully
foisted upon all concerned and none provided incriminating statements.
In one
hilarious interchange, April insisted that she deserved to be caned, as well as
wearing the ball and chain as punishment for her brief sexual dalliance with
the computer repair asshole. She commended Disciplinary Headmistress Mary as a “fair
and balanced behavioral specialist”. April was obviously was trying to curry
favor with me, reasoning correctly that I was the defacto commander at the
academy. Ms. Smith, being the snooty bitch she is, replied curtly “fair and
balanced like Fox News”.
Smith was
deeply upset not to have uncovered any of the more sensitive activities that
had recently transpired amongst the cadets. I assured her that her surveillance
equipment plans, while extremely effective, were not needed due to adequate systems
already in place.
In
exasperation before completing her tour, Smith decreed that all future
incidents of cadet misconduct be reported to her personally via Email within an
hour of its occurrence, along with the identities of the cadets and staffers,
as well as detailed reports as to the allegations. I bluntly told Ms. Smith
that we would comply with such an order, only if received in writing from the
CEO, something that wasn’t going to happen. Showing her contempt for our
operation, Smith departed abruptly, talking on her cell as she drove away in
her hummer. Cecilia was fearful we would be hit with special orders from the
CEO. I again assured Cecilia that the CEO and all the remaining board members
were on our side; Smith was the dissenter and did not have the influence to implement
the changes she desired.
It was
certainly a hectic but gratifying way to end Saturday morning. Cecilia and the
staffers were uniform in their praise for the manner in which I handled the
situation. Cadets April and Andrea both expressed their appreciation as well.
In a rare act of benevolence I commuted a portion of April’s sentence, in that
she still had to perform with the work detail, but was now permitted to do so
without the dreaded ball and chain.
One portion
that I did not commute was the public caning. With Ms. Smith departed April was
led to a railing adjacent to the dormitory door, and Noreen bound her wrists to
the lower rung, leaving her upper body bending down, and ass protruding
upwards. Her shorts and underwear were removed and I took position behind her,
my rattan in hand. I couldn’t help but notice that the rope work was less than
adequate, and April could have escaped without much difficulty had she so
desired. Rather than humiliate Noreen publicly, I would take the matter up with
her at a later time
Positioning
myself behind April I administered ten strokes of moderate-heavy intensity. For
enunciation she was required to sound off after each stroke with “Thank you for
being fair and balanced Mistress”. To my dismay the caning did not seem to be
overly painful or terrifying, reinforcing my initial opinion that April had
some deep rooted masochistic tendencies. Eventually I would discover a form of
torture, that she could not tolerate, and inflict it upon her to an inordinate
degree.
With April’s
caning complete, she was released from her bounds and permitted to participate
in the work detail with the other cadets. I spent about ten minutes issuing
orders to Headmistress Cecilia before departing. I felt that she now realized
that we had mutual interests, with respect to Ms. Smith, and that Cecilia was
finally on board with my cadet discipline program.
Noreen
departed at the same time I did, she would spend the night at her home in
Cortland County, before arriving at my home Monday for her session with the
male sub. With two slaves confined in my home dungeon, and the pending transfer
of one of them to a new owner, I had some enjoyable challenges to look forward
to.
END PART 67
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