MIRIAM<br/><br/>I spent a long time bathing and dressing that morning. Poor Mio, rather sore and stiff and very tired from her night spent standing in the bondage frame did a better than usual job in bathing and pampering me, climbing into my tub to soap everywhere and taking her time to dry my hair and style it. I wore it up in a severe bun this morning, I was going for the full school ma'am image.<br/><br/>Just as she was dressing me, my maid jumped a little at the loud sound of three pistol reports, followed a few moments later by three more. Roger was doing his wake-up call, the silly thing. The poor girls would be shocked wide awake and the new girl probably half frightened to death. I shrugged; Roger was a little unconventional but he got results, which is what mattered.<br/><br/>Mio laced me into my black leather underbust corset that reduces my waist by around two inches. I do love wearing it, I love the feel of the tight powerful but comfortable compression all around my middle, and it accentuates the apparent size of my rear and bust, all plus points. A white bolero-cut blouse, no bra, a tiny black stretchy skirt I could just pull straight down when the going got tough, some sheer panties, chocolate brown stockings, black heels and I was done. I pushed my plain lensed glasses half up my nose, selected my light whippy cane from the umbrella stand beside the door and strode out, despatching Mio with a light flick of said cane across her derrière to have an hour or two's power napping while we breakfasted and took the girls down to the stables.<br/><br/>http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Miriam_Baudelaire_07.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Miriam_Baudelaire_07.jpg)<br/><br/>http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/Miriam_Baudelaire_06.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/Miriam_Baudelaire_06.jpg)<br/><br/>http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/Miriam_Baudelaire_08.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/Miriam_Baudelaire_08.jpg)<br/><br/>http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Jkacere007edit.jpg (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Jkacere007edit.jpg)<br/><br/>I entered the dining room and greeted my fellow torturers with a nod and a controlled smile. I wasn't really a morning person.<br/><br/><strong>"Good morning to you both. Sleep well I hope? All ready for the day's grind?"</strong>My voice was restrained and lazy, almost sleepy.<br/><br/>I sat down and a maid served coffee and juice. I ordered a half grapefruit and yoghurt. I thought about going for some scrambled egg on toast afterwards, I'd see how I felt.<br/><br/>I glanced at Ari over my glasses,<strong>"Anything in the news or is it all doom and gloom again?"</strong><br/><br/>I declined the offer of a morning paper, waving the maid away but accepted the written summary of the dorm camera observations the night shift girl had taken. I scanned through the document quickly, noting that Claudia had spent a rather restless night, as was to be expected given her shocking and very sudden change of sleeping arrangements and the fact Tiffany had tied her hands behind her back to stop her diddling with herself, and of course during the night Tiffany had visited Cecily's bed and forced the girl to pleasure her - several times I noted. There was no record of Cecily being given release and Tiffany had returned to her own bed at four a.m.<br/><br/>A fairly normal night in the Baudelaire dorm then; Tiffany often demanded pleasure at night, especially if she'd been denied it during the day. I didn't care, in the dorm she was boss, as long as my order restricting Claudia had been observed I was satisfied.<br/><br/>I passed the report to my two companions,<strong>"Tiffany's been busy again. Cecily didn't get any fun. I think we should reverse the trend for her this morning, poor darling. She's bound to be gagging for it. Any suggestions?"</strong>I paused for a mouthful of grapefruit,<strong>"Oh, by the way, Tiffany committed a misdemeanour last night towards Mio, it's in the report. I'm going to send her into town for a month, I've had enough of her stroppyness. She knows the rules, she was just being cocky and I won't have such behaviour towards my maid."</strong><br/><br/>Roger and Ari would know what being 'sent to town' meant: I'd send her to work at Miss Armstrong's, the professional establishment beside the harbour. It was a high quality place and Miss A screened her clients thoroughly and her prices excluded the riff-raff. I'd text her later and advise her that she should let Tiffany be used for free for 28 days as a display model in her window - that meant anyone could come in and use her (viewable by the public) providing they also partook of the establishments other facilities. But I'd restrict Tiffany to anal penetration only, she wasn't going to get a fucking in her cunt for a month and Miss A would severely restrict her orgasms too. That'll teach the little bitch. I'd really had enough of her arrogance. No doubt Miss A would amuse herself with some whip hand practice on those amazing tits as well. Tiffany would be stripped, bound up in a hogtie and dumped in a well-padded crate to be taken to town on a flat bed truck. After that, Miss A was her owner for a month, and a month under her care was a pretty severe punishment. I wanted Tiffany to learn a lesson.<br/><br/>The thought of Tiffany's impending doom was getting my juices flowing. I decided I<em>would</em>have that egg on toast.