"(Hanging Story) Lucia's Academy - Suspension « on: Today at" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/eWNwXZKT Created on: Thursday 20th of April 2017 01:25:53 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:21:38 AM UTC (Hanging Story) Lucia's Academy - Suspension « on: Today at 09:44:57 AM » ReplyQuote by CharlieKilo All characters depicted are of legal age. Feedback is welcome and encouraged!! I was in trouble. I was in trouble. Oh gods, I was in trouble. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what had I been thinking? Stupid fucking Julia, always going on and on about how I’d never make it. Jealous bitch. She just wanted to get under my skin ‘cause I’m better than she is—stronger magic, better grades, richer parents… Of course she’d go for the easy stuff. Stuff that shouldn’t bug me, like being short and small-chested. I’d dealt with it before. Hell, I’d been dealing with it since primary school. Jealous assholes are all the same no matter where you go, but I should’ve just let it go. Instead, here I was outside the Vice Principal’s office like some dumb-fuck middle schooler, waiting to talk to her after a fight. The fist-sized gem in the door was mocking me—staring at me, almost, like a big red eye. I looked away from it even though I knew it wasn’t really watching me. Stupid fucking Marcus. What was even his deal? We they, like, dating or something? My ears were still ringing from the ear-clap thing he did. I guess I should’ve been glad he hadn’t decked me or hit me with his own spell, but … still. The gem embedded in the door turned green. Principal Selene was ready for me. Joy. Julia and Marcus hadn’t come out yet, which could mean anything. I doubted Principal Selene was just going to have us apologize to each other. She might have us kiss and make up—literally, someone with her level of magic could bend another mage’s will. I shuddered at the thought of wanting to kiss Julia. Marcus … maybe. He had crap standards if he’d date her, but he was cute enough, at least. Then again, I could count my blessings if that would be the worst of it. Lucia’s Academy for Gifted Magi housed some of the most powerful individuals in the world, and that much magic meant that they could get creative if they wanted to. Hell, they’d laid it out for us in orientation that ‘permanent damage’ was an abstract concept, even by the realm’s standards. I mean, hell, the whole reason I’d picked the Academy in the first place was because an alumnus had healed a burn victim with fire. Like, burned, then fwoosh, then healed. Nobody could ever tell he’d been hurt. Gone were the days when school discipline meant restocking the alchemy lab or cleaning the halls without magic; we were long past the primary school wrist-slaps. And … I was stalling. Nobody could blame me—or at least, I didn’t blame me. I’d never gone to the office before. Hell, I hadn’t been to the office since secondary school. And Marcus and Julia were still in there. I walked to the door, reached for the handle, and stopped. I was stalling. Yup. Stalling like a glider. I knocked. Principal Selene didn’t answer. Maybe she was still busy? It’s not like she’d signal the gem accidentally, but principal or not, she was only human. The gem pulsed, still green. Shit. Not an accident. I cracked the door open and slipped in. Principal Selene’s office was the picture of organization: dark-wooded bookshelves lined the walls, laden with books, gem samples, and other implements, and broken up by the occasional picture. The evening sun shown through the open windows, and lamps lit the few dark corners in the room. I felt a small pressure wash over me as I stepped in, kinda like how my ears would pop in a sky chariot except magical rather than physical. I wouldn’t be able to cast a spell if I tried, and I doubted anyone else below a certain age could. Makes sense, the disciplinarian’s office probably came ready-made to cancel out students’ magic. The first thing I saw was Principal Selene herself, leaning against her desk and for once in less-than-full uniform. Her hair was still done up in the usual navy bun that looked almost black in this lightning, but her robe was neatly folded on her desk behind her. She still had her customary grey turtleneck and school-issue black slacks, but—oh my gods, and but—she’d obviously gone commando because I could see two faint bumps through her turtleneck. I heard a wet, choking noise, and instantly realized why as I followed the principal’s gaze: Julia and Marcus were still here. She’d hanged them. She’d been watching them hang while I’d been out in the hall. Julia’s much-bragged-about D cups bounced free as her bare feet kicked for the ground. Her curly red hair was caught up under her noose—a long, long silk scarf that transfused into the ceiling—and was too bunched up to cover her chest. Her hands were crossed behind her, probably bound or something, and the way her legs kicked I could see everything, from the waxed patch above her crotch to her lips, and even a little pink as her thrashing exposed her inner walls to me. And to Principal Selene. Marcus dangled beside her, just as naked but nowhere near as mobile. He swayed with the fading momentum of an ended rope-dance (scarf-dance, whatever), his dick as still and stiff as the rest of him. As he rotated away from me, I noticed that his tie had been used to bind his hands behind him. My hand rose unconsciously to my own necktie; on a different day, I would’ve had a good one-liner about redefining it. But on a different day, Marcus’ head wouldn't have been tilted at that angle. On a different day, he and Julia would be wearing those scarves, not having them cut into their necks. On a different day, their feet wouldn’t be a meter off the ground. On a different day, they wouldn’t be dying. I stared at them, just … oh my gods. I stared, because it kept my attention away from how deep we were all in it now. “Close the door, please.” Principal Selene’s voice jolted me back to reality. “The Silence Spell only works if it’s latched.” I gulped and did as she asked, still not able to tear my gaze away from the others. Julia’s perked breasts, her furious, panicked green eyes … Marcus’ glassy blue eyes, his abs. His erection, the curiously taut sac beneath it. The— A flash of red in my peripheral vision drew my eyes away. The gem built into the door had shifted colors again, telling the outside world that Principal Selene was busy and not to be disturbed. Busy punishing me. The door locked behind me, and I knew I couldn’t stall my way out of this. “Sorry, Principal, I … um, I didn’t see anyone leave and I wasn’t sure if you were…” “It’s quite all right, I had just finished with Ms. Spuria,” Principal Selene said, her piercing teal eyes finally turning away from Julia. Her hands fell from her chest and folded over her lap. As if indignant about being suddenly ignored, Julia opened her legs to us, her ankles crossing like she was trying to kneel down on the empty air. Then, impressively, her knees kept rising, almost reaching her breasts before she kicked down. Her hips tensed and relaxed, squeezing her thighs together before curling back up again. The whole thing looked like she was trying to mount a horse while underwater, or something close to it. As much as I wanted to watch her (and Marcus), I didn’t want the principal to think I was blowing her off. I walked over to her, staring at the floor. Or, trying to; I didn’t stop until she was right in front of me, and then all I could see was two, grey mounds, each with a peak— Shit, no, don’t ogle the principal. I was in enough trouble already. Principal Selene cleared her throat, and I looked up after her. Unfortunately, my eyes took one last detour, and there was no way in hell she missed it—though she at least seemed content to ignore it for now. “Thank you, Ms. Solus. You understand why you’re here, yes?” I glanced away. I just … I mean, how was I supposed to answer that? Seriously, she was asking me this? Like I’m at some damn town hall lecture or slave market instead of—oh, I don’t know, about to get hanged to death beside my classmates?! I struggled to find some kind of response that wouldn’t dig me any deeper. I glanced around again (not at her chest—for too long) and spotted something white on her desk. Two somethings, actually—a pair of Academy button-down shirts, each neatly folded and partially hidden beneath a pair of shoes. The slacks underneath looked the same at a glance, but the house-color socks and the difference in size told me which pile belonged to Marcus and which to Julia. Julia’s foot kicked past the desk. She was slowing down, doing less cartwheeling and more ballerina-style airwalking. She paused, and her body undulated a bit like a snake as she clenched her legs together. Her arms and legs started to curl on themselves, the silk tie holding as her wrists flexed and strained behind her. And then … holy hells, her stomach clenched, and I’d swear her nipples got even harder than they already were. She gurgled something, but even as she rotated away from me it was hard to miss the pleasure on her face. “Amethyst.” Principal Selene didn’t yell, but hearing my first name snapped me back to attention. When a mage says your true name with that kind of Power (with a big ‘p’—not as big as Marcus’, but still big), you literally can’t ignore it. “Did you hear me?” “Y-yes ma’am?” I squeaked, then hastily backpedaled, “I mean, no ma’am! O-once more? M’sorry, I … sorry.” She must’ve either been in a good mood or as distracted as I was by the others, because she pretended I hadn’t ignored her. (Mental note: Do not ignore the principal when in trouble.) “You understand why you’re here, yes?” she repeated. As if to hammer the point home, she jerked her head to the others. “Why they’re here?” “Yes ma’am,” I said. “We were fighting in the halls. Me and Julia, and Marcus.” “Julia, Marcus, and I,” Principal Selene corrected. Great, the mammarian disciplinarian was also a grammarian. Some snarky part of me wanted to ask her if she’d ever worked in a library, but a glance at the folded uniforms behind her kept me in check. “And as they they told it, you cast the first spell.” “No ma’am. I cast the second one.” The principal gave me a singularly unimpressed look, and I wanted to kick myself for my brilliant word choice. “I—look, I was in study hall. I left for like three minutes to use the loo, n’when I came back she was at my seat with my stuff. I told her to give it back, she told me when she was done, it went back and forth with ‘Screw you,’ ‘Screw you,’... I called her a useless Delta.” “That was uncalled for.” Principal Selene frowned at me, and I flinched under her gaze. “I know,” I murmured. “I shouldn’t’ve said that.” I didn’t try to defend myself. I mean, yeah—I’d lost my temper, but making fun of someone’s magical ranking was up there with skin color or sexual orientation or parental poverty on the list of stuff that only petty assholes would bring up. Especially for me, since I measured in at the upper end of the scale as a low Alpha. The principal’s disappointed sigh hit me hard, for some reason. Even harder than the shock of discovering her preferred method of punishment. That I could deal with, but she could fix dead quickly enough. Letting her down, not so much. “She burned my homework for that,” I offered lamely. “S’when I … y’know. Hit back. N’then things started to pick up, until Marcus came in n’tried to cancel out our spells. He hit me, n’then got her right as the professors came in.” My head was still a little sore from that, but in hindsight I couldn't totally fault him; a head-smack’s the quickest and safest way to shut down a spellcaster outside of crazy-advanced countermagic. Principal Selene’s eyes narrowed further, and I wanted to just shrink into the carpet altogether. Finally, she sighed. “That explains the quick escalation, then. I’ve had to kill her a few times already, but she never crossed the line quite like this.” Way to go, me—break the rules worse the first time than Julia had up to now. I scuffed my foot, feeling like a complete and utter mule. Julia had rotated away from us, and by now had almost stopped moving. Her butt was somehow even paler than the rest of her, though not as tense. Maybe that was just from her body giving out? Her cheeks drooped just a bit, and she— Oh. Ew. Right, I’d forgotten about that detail of dying. Principal Selene’s hand glowed blue as she cleaned the mess. The spell purged the carpet as well as Julia’s legs and hips, and the faint aroma of pine needles settled over the room. I guess that was fitting. Julia’d always had a stick up her ass; now she actually smelled like it. The principal didn’t even break stride, and kept talking to me during her spellcasting like she was just fixing a cup of tea. “This is the first fight she’s gotten into, but you’re not the only one Ms. Spuria’s had problems with. The first few visits I dealt with her here, but lately she’s been spending a lot of time with the medical classes as a classroom specimen.” She tapped a finger to her chin. “I almost wonder if I should give her partial credit in Advanced Thaumaturgy—I don’t think they’ve had this much practice with resurrections since my time.” That got a weak snerk out of me. If Julia had been there half as much as the principal said, the grad students probably knew her body better than any husband or wife she’d ever take. As if reading my mind, Principal Selene smiled as well, though only for a second. “The Anatomy Class will get her again, but only them. This time, her parents are going to have to see to her resurrection. I’ll send them a scroll outlining acceptable behavior, and she’ll have to talk to them before making her way back to the school.” “Huh.” Damn. Made sense if she’d been here before, but still … damn. I remembered reading about punishments like this in the freshman handbook, and it had been a pretty damn good deterrent: if the school wouldn’t resurrect Julia, that’d fall either to someone with enough magic to pull off the spell or a contramortem circle at a healer’s clinic. And if her parents were the ones seeing to it, that’d mean she’d wake up all the way in Fratermoris, stark-ass naked in front of them and the summoning chirugeon, and with an angry letter from the Academy to boot. And after that, she’d have to take the train back to school and lose out on her free time until she’d caught up on the classes she’d missed. Bitch wouldn’t be borrowing my notes, that was for sure. Marcus, though… He hadn’t really been a part of this shitshow—and while I’d been pissed with him at the time for the head-smack, he’d only gotten involved when the spells started flying. And yeah, I had thrown the first one. Kinda sucked for him, really. “What about him?” Principal Selene looked at Marcus, and I did the same. Granted, she looked at his head, and I looked at his other head, but we both looked at him. “Hmm. Has Mr. Vigilus been bothering you too?” “No ma’am. I’m just ... y’know. Curious.” Probably not the best choice of words while staring at his junk, I realized. Phrasing is important. I tried again. “About him. His—fuck, um…” Nice going, me. Swear in front of the principal. “He’s … okay, I guess. I don’t know him all that well. He just kinda came in when I threw down with Julia.” “And you did start it,” Principal Selene reminded me, narrowing her eyes. I flinched, but nodded. She frowned another minute, then nodded to herself. “He hasn’t gotten into this kind of trouble before now, so I’ll resurrect him later today and have him take Ms. Spuria to the Anatomy lab for me.” “Okay. That’s—yeah, good, then.” That was something, at least. I was still a little annoyed about the head-smack, but he’d probably stopped things from getting even more out-of-hand. Besides, he’d already died for it—it’s not like I wanted something bad to happen to him over it. I winced as I realized he was probably missing class because of this; even if the principal gave him a note afterwards, that’s still a full lecture to catch up on. Hell, I should probably also apologize for assuming he was dating Julia. Well, was a problem for Future Amethyst. How long it’d take to get to that point was the big question. I doubted Principal Selene would keep me for much longer than Marcus, but she didn’t look like she was in a hurry to cut him down. I looked back to her, scuffing my foot on the carpet again. “I, uh … I don’t suppose I can go now?” The principal crossed her arms under her breasts, doing nothing to help me focus on her face. “Not yet. Anyone who comes to my office is well past the point of a stern lecture.” Shit. Shit, shit, shitshitshit. The pit fell out of my stomach as I realized I wasn’t getting out of this. I knew what was in store for me the second I opened the door and saw the others strung up. Some stupid, desperate part of my mind had hoped all that time that the principal had been laying out some kind of elaborate warning, but nope. Not when she was so turned her turtleneck couldn’t hide it. I hadn’t noticed it before on account of other distractions, but that small smile, the flick of her tongue, the sheer hunger behind those bright teal eyes that were laser-focused on my throat. I was hers to do what she wanted with. I scrambled for something, anything, to keep my feet on the ground. Yeah, this wouldn’t the end of the world, but neither’s getting a shot. That doesn’t mean people look forward to them. “I—is this really necessary? Lesson learned, and then some.” “I imagine so,” the principal purred. “But the point of a punishment is to reinforce the lesson.” “I—but—come on!” Yelling probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but at this point I might as well go for broke. “Julia’s been doing this for weeks, you said so yourself! And I can prove she screwed up my essay, too! Ask Marcus, he saw her incinerate—” I stopped short when I remembered that my best witness was dangling behind me. To my surprise, the principal nodded. “Oh, I did. Ms. Spuria didn’t volunteer everything, but he said he saw a fire in her hands before you attacked her.” Oh, thank fuck. I blinked as I remembered another avenue. “And that really was homework—ask Professor Tempus’ TAs, I’ve been working on that all week.” I tried to think of anything else to add, but I didn’t have much. Stupid nerves. I swallowed and noticed her eyes shift ever so slightly to watch the motion. I looked down, not meeting her gaze. Yeah, I was checking her boobs out again, but she was giving my throat the same kinda look, so fair was fair. Finally, Principal Selene spoke up. “I’ll speak with Tempus about an extension, though not much of one.” I sighed in relief, until she continued speaking. “But the rules are crystal clear when it comes to fighting. I would know, I wrote them.” “That’s not fair!” I blurted. “You said Julia’s been a problem for weeks!” “And I’ve punished her for it.” She gestured to Julia’s body, though I didn’t look this time. “But fighting is against the rules for everybody. Especially the ones who start it.” “Please? I—come on, you gotta…” I swallowed again, while I still could. “I haven’t done anything else.” The principal nodded. “I know. Taking your past good behavior and Ms. Spuria’s provocation, I’ll allow a reprieve. You only have to hang for 15 minutes.” “‘Only’,” I groused. Principal Selene did something I did not expect: she put her hand on my shoulder. I jumped, half-expecting it to slide to my neck, but … no, she just gave it a gentle squeeze. Reassuring, even. “You don’t have to do it all at once, Amethyst. Not unless you want to.” I quickly shook my head. “I don’t.” “In increments, then.” The principal stood up, then turned and shuffled around the uniforms on her desk. “We’ll begin as soon as you’ve disrobed.” It took me a minute to process her not-request, until I realized that she was making room—a spot between Marcus and Julia’s clothes, just large enough to fit mine. I blushed hard at that, to the point that I thought for sure that everything between my cheeks and my belly turned from the usual brown to glowing red. There was no way to hide that from the principal, and we both knew it. She smiled coyly and crossed her arms over her chest again, doing nothing to alleviate the issue. “Shy?” “Mm?” I can be so eloquent, sometimes. “Y—um. D-do I have to?” It’s not like I’m a prude or anything, but there’s a difference between hitting the baths after a workout and having a private audience ogle me while I strangle half to death. Especially with Marcus here, and Julia. Yes, he was dead, but he was still here. It sounds weird, but … I dunno, call it principle? I mean, all seven inches were on full display, and besides—for all her teasing, Julia really was a bit more filled out, curve-wise. Another thought came to me, one which thankfully had nothing to do with Julia’s curves. “If s’a reduced punishment, don’t I get a break?” The principal rubbed her chin, then nodded. “A partial break. This is rather of an exception, but you may keep your top or your bottom. Either way, though, I’ll need your tie.” I reached up and undid my tie as slowly as I could, chewing my lip. What was worse? The office was warm enough that I wouldn’t freeze if the B Twins got some air, but something about that just … I dunno. My shirt would just barely cover my hips, and while it’d just be a vestige of modesty, it’d be something. Unless she strung me up a little closer to the ceiling, or else messed with the room’s gravity and hanged me sideways from the doorknob. If she wanted a view, she had ways to make it happen. In the end, I decided I didn’t want to mess around with my socks. Weird, yeah, but the knee-length ones I like are a bitch to get off. Besides, Principal Selene seemed to like my neck. An uninterrupted view of it might win me a few points. I put my tie down on the desk, then undid the first few buttons and untucked my shirt. I hesitated for a second, then peeled it up and off. Next came my bra—green, matching my tie and socks. (Gods, why did it sound stupid when I thought about that?) I took a second to fold my shirt and tucked it right between the other clothes, then folded my bra on top of it. I picked my tie back up and self-consciously covered my breasts as I turned around. While I’d been busy, the principal had produced another scarf out of the aether. This one was shorter than the other two, and almost disappeared in Principal Selene’s hands as she coiled it into a noose. Even without magic, she still got it right on the first go and left just enough slack to widen the loop open enough to fit my head. Satisfied with her work, she let go of the scarf and turned to me, although it stayed where it was in the air rather than dropping to the ground. Her eyes flicked over me, and I knew I’d made the right call about which half to ditch when they locked onto my chest. I don’t think she even blinked as I walked over to her. Hell, she looked almost frustrated when I handed her my tie, though that might’ve been because I kept my other arm in place over my chest. “Hands behind you, please,” she said. I reluctantly dropped my hands and turned around, crossing my wrists together behind me. She worked my tie around into a simple but strong set of loops that held them in place and tightened if I tried to move, like a finger trap. Once Principal Selene was satisfied with that, she turned me back around and summoned the scarf to her hands. She looped it over my head and took her time settling it into place. Her fingertips gently brushed my hair out of the way, then traced my neck as she tightened the scarf up underneath my chin. Doing all that without magic put me right up in her personal bubble, close enough that I could’ve suckled her if I leaned over—and holy hells, did she look like she needed it. I leaned towards her as she stepped back but felt something catch me. Her hand glowed, pulling me back by the neck. By the noose around my neck. With everything in place, the principal leaned against her desk, looking almost exactly like I’d seen her when I walked in. “Alright. Any questions before we begin?” “Why a scarf?” I blurted. It wasn’t the best question, or even the most relevant, but it was the first one that came out of my mouth. Principal Selene blinked, then grinned. “That’s a new one. And to answer you: status. This school is one of the most prestigious in the realm. Ordinary hemp is beneath you.” “You’re so considerate, ma’am,” I remarked dryly. “Only the best for my Dancers,” she shot right back. “Now, take a deep breath—you’re going up for 30 seconds.” I sighed, then nodded and inhaled. Her fingers glowed, and the scarf lifted me off the floor. I wasn’t ready. Oh gods, I wasn’t ready for what came next. The smooth silk dug into my throat even before my toes left the ground, almost completely shutting off my airway and tilting my head left as she raised me to eye-level with her. It wasn’t far off the ground, but it was far enough. Everything happened at once. I tried to breathe on instinct, and when nothing came in my body panicked and went into overdrive. I tried to reach up and free myself, pull at the scarf, lift myself up—anything to take the pressure off my throat. Whatever kind of loop the principal had used to tie my hands worked, because while the bond didn’t go as tight as the one choking me, the best I could do was awkwardly pull my wrists just past my hip. I reached out with my toes to try and find something to stand on, just to pull up for a breath. My feet reached towards the principal by design as much as accident, but something pushed them away—a weak barrier spell of some sort. The barrier pushed my feet back and sent me spinning. Bits and pieces of the office blurred together as I turned, the tilted view making it that much harder to see clearly. Two bodies, limply swaying in place; the window, open to the other towers and the courtyard below; my uniform folded on the desk; Principal Selene, leaning against her desk with a salacious half-smile; Marcus’ glassy eyes, looking at me and through me at the same time; Julia’s breasts, as perked and ready as the principal’s, even in death. My own breasts, smaller but just as hungry for attention. The steadier, shorter kicks of my legs as I started rubbing them together. The principal flicked her finger and lowered me to the ground. My legs collapsed beneath me, but rather than rise up, I rubbed my chest against the carpet. Pleasure tingled up my breasts, little bolts of raw sensation coursing through me with every little brush of fiber. I moaned even as I gasped for air. I still couldn’t get my hands past my hips, but maybe I could go the other way? Even if my pants were still in the way, I could still rub myself… My middle finger was halfway there when I heard a cough. Oh, gods, kill me now… I’d just about started rubbing off in front of the principal. I knelt up, blushing even harder (and yeah, I’m pretty sure it was possible) and looking up at her. “That’s thirty seconds done,” she said, as plainly as if discussing a test. “I’ll give you a moment before starting again.” “Hulh,” I grunted with my usual eloquence. “Lee. Hle… shit.” Principal Selene tsked and jerked my scarf. “Language.” I coughed, though the motion did nothing to hammer her point home. “S’ry.” I heaved for another minute, just kneeling in front of her as I caught my breath. “M’bad. S’just ... gods, that was so hot! I wanted to just—gods, I didn’t know that could … y’know?” “I think I get what you mean.” She smirked down at me. “Arousal during a hanging is more common than most would think, especially if Mr. Vigilus is any indication.” I smirked back, not even trying to hide that I was staring at her bust. “Not just for us either, ‘less I miss my guess.” She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. Before long, both of us turned to look at the others. They were high enough off the ground that a short person like me would’ve had to strain to eat or blow them, at least from kneeling, but the longer I sat there, the more I wondered about it. Yeah, I’d caught the tail end of Julia’s little dance, but she’d peaked at least once before she stopped moving. Marcus … damn, he was still hard. I could (vividly) imagine him too, humping the air and trying to find something just touch, and still getting off even when all he got was empty air. “Kinda wish I could’ve seen that.” The words left my mouth in instant before my brain could reel them in. I gulped and turned away, trying to pretend I hadn’t said anything. Nice job, me, stay classy. The principal arched an eyebrow and stared down at me for a long, long time—me, not just my neck or breasts. It was like she was seeing me for the first time. Finally, she shook her head and cleared her throat again. “That’s enough time, I think. Are you ready for another thirty seconds?” Thirty? Tch, I could take another thirty. The last round barely felt like ten. I mean, yeah, time’s relative to which side of the bathroom door you’re on, but once I got over the shock and panic… “Could I do more?” Principal Selene’s eyebrow rose higher, to the point that it risked disappearing into her hairline. “I thought you wanted to do this in segments?” “I still do, yeah,” I hastily clarified. No point letting her think I’d decided to snuff it after all. “I, uh, just think I can handle a bit more s’all. Y’know, get a bit more out of the way.” Feel my feet off the ground, find a better rhythm, reach my fingers further under me… I thought she would’ve been disappointed that I didn’t want to stretch my neck for the whole thing, but instead she looked almost relieved. Approving, even—not to mention excited. A faint, wolfish grin broke through her usual demeanor. “All right, then. 45 seconds.” Was that it? Really? “Just 45? I can handle a bit more.” “You’re sure you’re not overestimating yourself?” she asked. When I nodded, she shrugged to herself. “We’ll find out soon enough. Stand up and take another deep breath.” I stood back up with a little help from the scarf, which pulled just enough to help me rise off my knees. After a few final steadying breaths, I inhaled one more time, looked to Principal Selene, and nodded again. Another flick of her fingers pulled me back into the air. My body tensed as the scarf sealed my windpipe shut, but now that I knew what to expect I was able to keep myself under control. Instead of letting my body give into panic, I curled my legs under me and started rubbing my thighs together, trying to find the best way to grind against the air. Dammit, no luck. I should’ve been able to get at least some traction, but I was already so damn wet … maybe I could reach into my waistline, pull my panties a bit? Gah, that just made it worse. With a better angle and free hands I could’ve pulled it off. Hell, I could’ve actually pulled my pants off and just started fingering myself right there. Hindsight being what it as, I should’ve ditched my pants as well as my shirt; I could feel a bit of a breeze against my breasts as I swung and spun in place, and oh gods did I need that between my legs. The breeze wasn’t enough, though, I needed more. So, so much more… I tried to bring my hand up to my breast, but I could still only get it halfway to my armpit. Dammit, dammit, dammit! I was close. So close. Every nerve from clit to tit was on fire, and everything between them, but I just couldn’t peak. The strain on my neck was incredible. A vice around my windpipe, keeping me airborne. It hurt. I wanted to panic. I wanted to run. I wanted to breathe. I wanted to cum. Oh gods, I wanted to cum. Cum like Julia had. Jump, twitch, hump nothing. Get at least a bit of a breeze on my labia and tell myself it was someone’s fingers or lips or dick. Pretend every little breeze from dancing around was someone breathing out, like I needed to, and didn’t want to. The room started to dim around me. Did the principal close the blinds? It was a bit late for a private show, wasn’t it? And why’d she add another Silence Spell? It’s not like my gurgling makes a lot of noise any— Oh. Oh, no. No, no, no! How long had I been up?! A minute, two? Principal Selene was supposed to let me down after … after … how long? I forgot. I didn’t care. I needed just a bit more. My hands sank back down, curling on themselves behind my back. I could barely even raise my hooves now. My legs locked together on their own, but that just made the burning between them worse, not better. They were out of view now. The window was gone. Shapes blurred together, and colors. I saw … I saw grey, and blue. Deep, deep, night blue. And shimmering teal. Her. Princi… prn… Selene. She’d gotten up from the desk and walked over. Even if I wanted to do anything, my body wouldn’t respond. I hung limp, trying to meet her eyes, pleading for her to let me finish. No, down. Finish. Then down. Then… My breast erupted in sensation—no, raw pleasure as something gripped it. The principal’s hands cupped against my body, one rolling a nipple between her fingers while the other stroked me through my pants. Perfect. Hand—hers—between… Rubbing— Oh yes,there! There! There there yes, yes, yes, yes yesyes … oh gods ... YES!!! *** Amethyst’s body quivered as orgasm took her. I continued to stroke her as I felt her flood herself, envying her release. It was a tricky thing, coaxing a Dancer to pleasure before they blacked out, but seeing their fading smiles was one of the things I loved the most about this job. I never, ever, ever tired of this part; really, each one was a fresh challenge, since repeat offenders were rare and each Dancer had their own limits I could tease them past. I stepped back to savor the view. My little Dancer started rotating away from me, feebly curling on herself and then going limp as her lungs strained for air. Her smaller breasts didn’t have quite the bounce as Ms. Spuria’s, but I still adored each little twitch of hazel skin. By the time a full minute had passed, Amethyst had spun around in a full circle, and her eyes had glassed over completely. I hugged her twitching body to mine, cupping her rump with one glowing hand and cradling her head to my chest with the other. A few quick spells were in order—one to clean up the immediate aftermath of her pleasure, and another to check her for harm. I had promised not to kill her, but I also wouldn’t let her go about her day with brain damage, even if the healers could tend to it quickly enough. Nothing to worry about, thankfully. I returned my hand to her back, stroking her bare skin as her breathing returned to normal. “There we go, Amethyst,” I murmured. “Come back to me—breathe, breathe.” A gentle kiss on Amethyst’s forehead guided her eyes upwards. Her legs, fresh from their Dance, straddled mine, and her nipples dug into me quite delightfully. Her heat radiated onto my leg, mirroring my own. Gods, I needed release. I’d needed it ever since Mr. Vigilus had stripped down. Ever since my fingertips had stroked him to life. Since they raised him up and choking the life from him in front of Ms. Spuria. Since they had raised her too, after less fanfare and attention. “Llng.” Amethyst’s gurgle pulled my thoughts from my last Dancer to the current one. Another quick spell undid the knot binding her wrists, her tie snaking away and coiling itself upon her folded clothes behind me. Her hands dangled loosely against her sides for a moment, then clumsily struggled upwards. The first clue I had to her intentions became clear when she untucked my shirt. The second when her fingers clutched my bare breasts beneath it. The third when our lips met. I met her clumsy passion with my own, parting my lips to claim hers. She fought me, briefly, then submitted, granting my tongue full control of hers. My nethers begged for release, demanded release, grinding against hers and feeling her need almost as keenly as my own. Her fingers curled against me, sending pleasure coursing through my breast. I nearly gave in when she broke her kiss, only coming to my senses when I knocked my pens askew. The disorder pulled me back to the present, and I backed away from her far enough to rein myself in. “Oh,” she panted. “Oh. Oh my god, I need more! Principal Selene please, put me up again! Finger me, or fuck me or just—” “Language.” I spanked her, not terribly hard but enough to make her yelp. It was damned tempting to put aside my duty and ravage her right there. Nothing sounded better than letting her rip my pants off and guiding her tongue into me, discipline be damned. My self-control won out, though barely. “Besides, I can’t reward you while you’re being punished.” No doubt her incredulous look was mirrored by her own renewed arousal, but she nodded and backed away. It was with great reluctance that I allowed her to stand on her own feet once more, and even more when she covered breasts with an adorable blush. After taking a moment to tuck my shirt back in and reign in the worst of my lust, I returned Amethyst’s clothes to her. I found it no less tempting to ravage her while she dressed as it had been when she had first exposed herself to me. I indulged myself after she finished with her shirt, and used my hands both to remove her scarf and fix her tie. It was perhaps a little more snug than it needed to be, but neither of us minded. Amethyst smiled as I worked, stroking my thigh. “If this is punishment, I want to get into so much more trouble.” “No you don’t,” I warned, nodding to her late schoolmates. “Today’s an exception—Julia will be able to tell you what happens to repeat offenders when she gets back from her parents’ home.” I frowned, recalling her previous words to Ms. Spuria. “And I expect you to apologize to her for your own words.” Amethyst flinched, pulling her hand away from me. “Oh. Um, yes ma’am.” I saw the regret in her violet eyes as she looked away from me. She was ashamed—not because she had been caught, but because of what she had said. I allowed her guilt to fester for a moment longer, then softened my tone. “That said…” Amethyst looked up to me, and I smiled and wrapped the scarf around her neck. “I’d like you to join me for lunch your lunch hour tomorrow. We can work on removing a few more minutes from your punishment.” I used the scarf to pull her close, then gently kissed her. “And we won’t have to be so overdressed.” Amethyst beamed and returned my kiss, then grumbled when I spanked her again. “That’s enough of that. Off you go, I still have work to do.” “Yes Principal Selene,” she grumbled, though I noticed a skip in her step when she turned to go. She stopped short of the door, next to Mr. Vigilus. Something obvious had caught her attention, and she she stroked his erection for a few seconds before turning back to me. “Could I ... could I watch, next time? My new Dancer wanted to watch a Dance? Oh, this was perfect. Better than perfect. The disciplinary backlog never got out of hand, but I enjoyed my work too much to pass up such an opportunity. I was careful not to sound too eager as I answered her. “Not while you’re being punished, but if you keep your nose clean…” Amethyst nodded, a smile blossoming on her face. “That’s a promise!” “I’ll hold you to that. Now, off you go.” I smirked and waved her away, and not just to keep her hands away from Mr. Vigilus’ rather acceptable maleness. If she stayed for another minute, I might very well give into my body’s demands and make love to her right here and now. Perhaps underneath her classmates? Their toes were just close enough to the ground to brush my back if I topped, and I doubted Amethyst would mind the view... The door closing cut off that rather enjoyable tangent, removing temptation if not the heat between my legs. I thought back to the last time someone like her had come along. When had that been…? Gods, I couldn’t recall. I’d made sure I stopped aging when I turned 33, but memories still eluded me sometimes. But Amethyst … oh, I would remember her, even without the aid of psychomancy. I might even make her similarly ageless if she pleased me enough, and claim her for myself when the time came. If nothing else, letting her deal with Ms. Spuria directly would be well-deserved if there was a next time. It really had been too long since my last lover. Mr. Vigilus—Marcus—wasn’t a bad option, but Amethyst was so much more eager to please. Perhaps the two of us could work something out? The three of us, even? I had my choice from the student body, after all. And speaking of student bodies, I needed to send word to Ms. Spuria’s parents about her actions today, and the school counselor as well. I returned to my desk and sat down, moving her clothes aside so I would have room to write. Business before pleasure … though Marcus’ lingering erection was a tempting pleasure. Maybe I could indulge after I finished my letter? I would need him to take Ms. Spuria’s body to the Anatomy classroom for me after I resurrected him, but he wouldn’t need to go right away...