<strong><span class="bbc_u">Ms. Bordeaux</span></strong><br/><br/>***Sitting Room/Boutique ***<br/><br/>Marguerite sat quite comfortably in her sitting room and lingerie boutique. In her lap was the latest issue of Vogue, of which she took great pleasure looking through from cover to cover. She paused every now and then to take up her tea, cradle it delicately in her hands and sip the steaming brew. Fall was approaching and she was glad for the extra warmth in her drafty brownstone. Though outwardly she seem content are letting the day slip by without event, she was in fact anticipating the arrival of several new students. By her dress you might think she donned her skirt and heels for the special occasion, but in fact she often was dressed quite primly and attractively. The black pencil skirt, while of appropriate length just past her knees, was trimmed along the hem and up one side with cream colored embroidery. Her brown hosiery was sheer, flattering her long legs, the red heels matching her blouse. Her hair, no less a point of pride and pleasure as the rest of her appearance, swept down her neck and around her shoulders in soft, blue-black curls.<br/><br/>Setting aside the magazine, Marguerite picked up from the table beside her, the student profiles of the young ladies she was soon to meet for the first time. Three fine young ladies, and between the ages of sixteen and nineteen, and all three in some need of direction and discipline. Those they would get indeed, and a bit more by her measure she mused, picking up her tea again and sipping. It had been nearly six months since her last student left her home. Annie. She recalled the young lady fondly, and for more reasons than her cheery disposition. She was pleased to have received a postcard from Annie, now in Rome where she studied. Marguerite turned over the card depicting the Colosseum, and reread the letter.<br/><br/><em>Dear Ms. Bordeaux,<br/><br/>I hope this card finds you well and happy. I am in Rome now and am so very pleased and excited. School is challenging but also rewarding. I am picking up more Italian every day. The sites here are incredible, I wish you could see them with me. Perhaps you can visit someday. I would like that immensely. Not a day goes by I don't think of my time there with you at the school and brownstone. I shall never be the same again, and I have you to thank. I know what you would say, I should find my own love, and I promise you I will. Know however that I miss your kisses and touch so very much. That is all for now, I promise to write more. Studies call and I should get on them.<br/><br/>Love and kisses,<br/><br/>Annie </em><br/><br/>Marguerite smiled and set the postcard aside for safekeeping. Annie missed her kisses and touch. She was certain Annie did, as she did herself. Be it the kisses or the tender touches, as well as the not so tender ones across the girl's most lovely bottom. Oh how the girl squealed in pain and surprise the first time. Though in time she sought them out, looking for the punishments and in time delighting in them. They all did, Marguerite mused, whether they openly admitted or not. She often had to school herself, not allowing herself to get overly attached to the girls. Annie would find her own love, as it should be.<br/><br/>All was in order and in place for the arrival of the students. Marguerite busied herself going through a newly arrived shipment of lingerie. Neatly stowed in a box lie a collection of items layered between sweet smelling tissue paper. Pulling out each item to get a closer look she marveled at the finery. There were several matching brassier and knicker sets. There were a turquoise and a deep crimson red set of intricately embroidered panties whose legs were highly cut and hem scooped scandalously low. The matching brassieres were no less beautiful and artfully designed. They looked to be the epitome of comfort while being decadently beautiful. Also in the box lie several new corsets, clearly by the same designer and woven with the highest quality of brocade. Such finery the incoming students might wear, when and if they earned it. Until then, Ms. Bordeaux had other plans for her wayward darlings.