scarlett meets the madame

scarlett was nervous as she stood in front of Headmistress Viola Parker's office door. She knew that she was not there for a social call -- no one was ever summoned to Headmistress's office to socialize; Headmistress Parker held court in a lush, open room at her eponymous school. No, a summons to the Headmistress's office meant trouble. How much -- the answer was behind the door. scarlett knew that she couldn't dawdle. Being tardy would only make things worse.

Opening the door and stepping in, scarlett saw Headmistress Parker standing, waiting for her. The look of disappointment on Headmistress's face left her stomach in knots -- she was free spirited and sometimes lost track of time as she played in the woods on campus, and her uniform wasn't always right but she had never been in trouble, or at least the kind of trouble that had the Headmistress glaring at her. 

Her eyes down and shifting nervously on her feet, scarlett heard Headmistress say that s would be meeting someone new, madame Penelope. Who?! Already on edge before the Headmistress, scarlett froze, eyes wide, as a petite figure, dressed in all black, appeared as if out of thin air. she shivered - a cold feeling taking hold.

Headmistress introduced scarlett to madame Penelope Von Meretrix, her new head of the Standards, Code, and Discipline department; which was a mysterious and ominous place. scarlett had heard the talk and the rumors swirling; since arriving at Mistress Viola Parker's Institute, this madame Penelope had left a number of the young women bruised and shaken. 

scarlett bravely tried to size up the madame without looking at her directly -- one of the most persistent rumors she had heard suggested that if you looked into her eyes you would turn to dust. scarlett noted that the madame and Headmistress had a very similar style. Headmistress Parker dressed so stylishly, as always. All of the girls scarlett knew were envious of the Headmistress's elegance, scarlett among them. Today was no different. The Headmistress stood, regally in her black leather boots, black skirt, soft cream top under a black vest. scarlett had a moment of jealousy, she wished she could be better about her uniform…

scarlett noted the madame's shiny black patent heels, which had a wingtip style. The sleek black stockings, the seams of course absolutely straight. The proper black pencil skirt. scarlett assumed this was how Satan would dress, were Satan a petite woman...scarlett’s mind stopped wandering as she felt a growing sense of dread -- the madame's dark eyes were boring into her. It was hard to concentrate as Headmistress and the madame now circled her, two predators sizing up their prey. She heard something about a uniform violation - again - about being prompt, about completing things on time.

The Headmistress was in a very no nonsense mood and ordered scarlett to her knees. Then she was ordered to bend down. She complied right away, not wanting to provoke either of these two very intimidating women. She stayed still as the Headmistress and the madame spoke.

scarlett was concentrating intently now as Headmistress said something about corrective action. scarlett thought she saw madame Penelope smile, an evil Cheshire grin. Her stomach flipped as the two agreed that corrective action was in order. 

scarlett was marched over to a wall of the office, her legs spread apart -- and Headmistress discovering that her stockings, the one uniform requirement she remembered, were askew. She could hear Headmistress and the madame conferring, and then she could feel a ruler pressed to the back of her legs. She tried hard not to tremble as she felt the Headmistress lift her skirt and the first whacks of an implement strike her. 

The Headmistress and the madame took turns with the discipline; scarlett’s bottom was getting very warm and, she assumed. very pink. Then the Headmistress put coins under her fingers with the admonition that they stay in place. Or else. Given the discipline she'd already endured she certainly didn't want to tempt fate and receive more.

The Headmistress's hands were warm and firm, grounding scarlett. Even though she knew she was in trouble, she felt that the Headmistress had her best interests at heart. She wanted to show Headmistress Parker that she was learning. The madame's hands? she noted that they were harder -- and not just because she was wearing a pair of black leather gloves, scarlett was frightened by the madame; but at the same time, she found the madame’s gloved hands strangely comforting, as if the madame understood her and the discipline she needed. These two feelings were bending scarlett's mind a little, she didn't quite know how to reconcile the feeling.

Headmistress seemed satisfied but the madame coolly suggested that scarlett hadn't yet learned her lesson. scarlett stiffened as she was taken to a very uncomfortable looking bench. And scarlett was right, this bench was very uncomfortable. She was quickly restrained to it and her bottom exposed again. This time the madame began. With a cane. Before a single blow landed, she could see the madame bending it, warming it up and the whipping sound of it in the air was scary and her heart raced. she saw the Cheshire grin on the madame's face again before she felt the stinging bite of the cane crash against her and heard the Headmistress compliment madame's skill with it. scarlett couldn't disagree. But her bottom was paying the price and she was feeling like she would agree to anything either of them demanded of her

scarlett wiggled, trying to find a comfortable spot in which to get through the caning. Both Headmistress and the madame noticed this and made sure she was more tightly restrained, the hem of her skirt lifted and leaving her exposed and a proper target. The madame seemed delighted to take aim at her bottom as Headmistress Parker talked to her about the importance of proper attire and behavior while the caning continued. Occasionally madame Penelope would pause, and would stand in front of scarlett casually letting the cane swipe in the air. When both Headmistress Parker, and her demonic little helper madame Penelope, were satisfied that scarlett had learned her lesson, she was released, with a stern warning not to find herself back in Headmistress's office.

scarlett hadn't believed the rumors she heard, but she was starting to now.