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The cane whistled through the air again, landing with precision just below the first stroke. A vivid red line bloomed across Lydia’s pale flesh.

“Two,” Dr. Porter said. “Thank me, Miss Lydia.”

“Two, sir,” Lydia repeated, her voice wavering slightly. “Thank you for my correction.”

As Dr. Porter continued to administer Lydia’s punishment, he turned his attention to me. “You see, Miss Tessara,” he explained between strokes, “Miss Lydia here is quite headstrong. She requires a firm hand to guide her toward proper behavior.”

The cane fell again, eliciting a muffled cry from Lydia. “Three, sir,” she managed. “Thank you for my correction.”

“It’s not uncommon for young ladies to arrive at our academy with willful tendencies,” Dr. Porter continued, his tone conversational despite the brutal act he was performing. “Our job is to mold them into obedient, well-mannered women who will make excellent wives and mothers.”

Another stroke landed, the sound making me wince. “Four, sir,” Lydia whimpered. “Thank you for my correction.”

As the caning progressed, I couldn’t help but notice the change in Lydia’s demeanor. Despite the obvious pain she was experiencing, just as Dr. Porter had predicted there was a flush creeping up her neck, and her breathing had become more ragged in a way that seemed unrelated to her cries of pain.

“Notice, Miss Tessara,” Dr. Porter said, pausing briefly in his ministrations, “that Miss Lydia is indeed becoming quite aroused despite the lowered setting of her governor. This is a natural and desirable response. It helps associate discipline with pleasure in the female mind.”

He resumed the caning, each stroke precise and methodical. Lydia continued to count and thank him, her voice growing increasingly breathless.

“Now, regarding our other pupil, Miss Elara,” Dr. Porter gestured to the auburn-haired girl who had remained silent throughout the proceedings, “her governor is set to seven, as I told you is standard for our students.”

My gaze drifted to Elara, the other student in the room. Her face had gone a deep shade of red, almost matching her auburn curls. Her hands, atop her desk, had clenched into tiny fists, the knuckles white. With a flip of my tummy, I realized that Elara was engaged in a struggle all too familiar to me: not to put a hand in her lap, to press against the aching bud that crowned her own needy cunny.

Another crack of the cane drew my eyes back to the mortifying, exciting spectacle of the girl bent over her headmaster’s desk with her drawers down. “Eight, sir,” Lydia gasped. “Thank you for my correction.”

“This higher setting,” Dr. Porter explained, “allows for greater arousal and sensitivity. It’s crucial for a girl’s education here at the academy, you see.”

Dr. Porter paused in his caning of Lydia, resting the implement against her reddened bottom as he turned to address me more fully. “You see, Miss Tessara,” he explained, his tone taking on a professorial air, “our pupils come to the academy not just to learn proper etiquette and household management, but in great part to welcome their future husbands’ dominant, intimate attentions.”

I felt my cheeks grow hot at his words, the blush spreading down my neck as I struggled to maintain eye contact with the stern headmaster.

“A Prosperian wife,” Dr. Porter continued, “must be prepared to submit fully to her husband’s desires, no matter how… unconventional they may seem. It is our duty to ensure that our young ladies not only accept this fact, but learn to crave it.”

As if to emphasize his point, he picked up the cane and brought it down sharply across Lydia’s upturned bottom once more. The young woman cried out, her voice a mixture of pain and the kind of something else that made my own body tingle with confused desire.

“Nine, sir,” Lydia gasped, her voice breathy. “Thank you for my correction.”

I couldn’t help but notice how Lydia’s body had changed throughout her punishment. Despite the obvious pain she was in, her thighs trembled with barely suppressed need. A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, and her breathing had grown ragged in a way that had little to do with her cries of pain.

“Observe, Miss Tessara,” Dr. Porter said, gesturing toward Lydia’s exposed sex. “See how wet Miss Lydia has become? How her body yearns for more despite the sting of the cane and the operation of her governor? This is the true purpose of the discipline at my academy—to awaken a woman’s deepest submissive desires.”

My eyes widened as I took in the sight before me. True to Dr. Porter’s words, Lydia’s intimate flesh glistened with obvious arousal. I felt my own body respond, the governor between my legs tingling as it worked to curb my rising desire.

“Ten, sir,” Lydia moaned as another stroke landed. “Thank you for my correction.”

Dr. Porter set the cane aside, running his hand almost tenderly over Lydia’s welted bottom. “There now,” he murmured. “You’ve taken your punishment well, Miss Lydia. You may pull up your drawers and return to your seat.”

As Lydia straightened, wincing slightly, and bent to gather her snow-white undergarments, I caught sight of her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with unshed tears and unmistakable arousal. She moved gingerly back to her desk, wincing as she sat on the hard wooden seat.

“Alright, girls,” Dr. Porter announced, his tone so benevolent I would never have thought he had just administered such a fierce punishment. “Class dismissed. Mr. Gamma and Miss Tessara, would you please accompany me to my study?”

CHAPTER 25

Gamma

Alpha and Sala remained chatting with Mrs. Porter as Tessara and I followed Dr. Porter down the corridor. Reflecting on what I had just seen in the schoolroom, I felt absolutely sure that the good doctor’s academy represented precisely the correct place for Tessara for at least the two weeks it would take to get her Prosperian citizenship approved.

As Dr. Porter led Tessara and me to his study, my thoughts dwelt on what we had just seen in the schoolroom, and how I had seen Tessara respond to it. As my trains of thought often did, this one moved out into the universe, traveling from my reasons for leaving Tessara here at finishing school, to how this kind of education could help her become a happier citizen of the galaxy, hopefully as my cosmic bride. My Collective-enhanced senses and intellect told me with certainty that Tessara had in her very nature the kind of submissiveness I had sought for in my mate. Every fiber of her being yearned for guidance, for a firm hand to shape her into the woman she was meant to be.

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