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Love to be punished

I look up at her, not without raising my eyebrows.

- It's not what you think ...

My voice lowers and I turn to take my fork and continue to eat, in the silence of the room. The upper lady's heels click twice, and a movement of clothes in my neck grips me back. I rock on the floor, against the tiled floor next to Mickael. I almost hurl an anything but polite insult at my executioner, but it silences me by pulling an object out of his black tunic.

- On your knees now, Anne-Catherine orders me.

She comes out of her scabbard, her eternal whip of discipline. And I obey the order very obediently, to his liking. Mickael stands up and goes to stand in front of the wall, placing the palms of his hands against the partition, extending his arms. The lady superior, pulling on the various strings of her weapon.

- We do not tolerate any kind of sexual act in our field. We forgive your sins by welcoming you to our domain, be happy to be safe from the world and the darkness outside.

The superior's speech continues, as she lashes the back of Michael, who keeps himself from crying. This crazy vigil had the reason to be a weapon of

walking torture. I sincerely wonder, if by coincidence, heaven and hell are real. She wouldn't come straight from below. The lady superior finishes her punishment on her victim and turns to me, who was on all fours in front of everyone. I glance briefly at the large closed doors at the back of the room, before returning my attention to the woman.

- Always a girl of joy. Do you never learn from your mistakes? Do you like to behave like a courtesan so much?

- I ain't done anything sexual ma'am.

The first lash hits my butt, and a smirk appears on my lips.

- Gourgandine! Madam!

Our Lady Superior's voice rises, just like her lashes which become louder and more violent.

- Do you have no self-esteem for yourself? For your body? You like to devote yourself to men, to carnal pleasures.

- But damn, I said it wasn't that, I said wincing in pain.

- You dare to question the very existence of my word! Preacher!

A new lash made me moan, share between pain and pleasure. Amazing everyone, including the lady superior. I knew how to seek provocation, especially with her. It made me strong and proud to know that I could control someone's anger to my personal pleasure.

- Stop her dragging voices!

Exclaims Anne-Catherine, introducing several other punitive blows on my person. I couldn't help but keep moaning excessively, which intensified the Lady Superior's anger. The heavy wooden doors snap open, breaking my physical torture and the eyes on me. My eyes meet those of Mr. Ackermann, who had just entered the dining hall. The Lady Superior nodded slightly to him, who gracefully strode up to us. I lower my head to the stone floor, dodging a proud little smile.

- What is the problem ?

The deep and deep voice of Mr. Ackermann contracts my stomach. And the Lady Superior Anne-Catherine explained to her in detail, my act said 'indecent and unhealthy'.

- Get up, Miss Koffer, said Mr. Ackermann's voice.

His sentence, which seems harmless to others, makes me shiver personally. I obeyed him, keeping my head down, and silent. He orders Michael to go change and come back to the table to clean up, while I personally hope he tells me something specific.

- I'm no longer showing you the way to my office, Miss Koffer.

I scream with joy inside, but I keep my composure in public and nodded slightly as I left the dining hall. Monsieur Ackermann on my footsteps, keeping dead silence all the way to his office. At the other end of the boarding school.

- You can't help yourself, sighs Mr Ackermann behind me.

- Never.

I could feel the mischievous little smile gracing my lips, and I was almost hopping, walking the few yards to the office door, down the empty hallway.

- I'll end up believing you're doing it on purpose.

- Not at all, let's see Mr. Ackermann.

I stop next to the door, and Mr. Ackermann walks past me to unlock it. He seemed imposing with me, 6'3 tall, compared to my 1m54. From our proximity, I could clearly see the dark circles tracing the hollows of his deep green eyes. He had just returned from a 2 month trip to Italy on personal business.

- Let's be brief and do your future punishment without talking.

Said the man, even opening the door, to let me in. I walk quickly to my appointed chair in front of the large, long wooden desk. The little leather sofa to my left hadn't moved from place. Like all the rest of the furniture in the room, with the exception of a small black box added to the display case behind the desk. The owner of the boarding school walked around the desk to sit opposite, on his age-old shell chair. He takes a file from his drawer, peels it over with a sigh.

Mr. Gregory Ackermann, 32 years old and current representative of the Judicium Institute, for 3 years now. This man is a blessing for some, including for me. If he practices his profession in an exemplary manner, what interests me the most is his other side. A man of faith for today's society, who is serious and fair. Mr. Ackermann hides a much more unhealthy and sadistic personality behind his magnificent impassive and impenetrable face.

- Do you confirm the words of the superior lady about you?

- No, I did not sexually touch Mikael. Only pinch the thighs.

- Do you realize that this kind of repeated behavior will get you nowhere?

Her eyes finally leave her leaves to carry them on me, piercing me with their gaze through her strands of black hair.

- I'm having fun, it's not catastrophic.

I cross my arms, locking myself in my chair, my eyes moving from hers to the leaves scattered on the table.

- And you will continue to have fun like this until when?

- Ask about my libido.

I snicker quietly, and my eyes lift to see that my sentence had no effect on him.

- More seriously, I don't want to end up being a good sister. Just that I'm still looking for a purpose in my life.