Feeling exceptionally pleased with herself, Paris Du Pain decided to walk to the dining room for a bite to eat. There was every probability that some of the girls would be there and she was still curious and eager to see the new students for herself. Now that the odious Dr Mercer had been put firmly in his place, her life around Saint Catherine's should be much more enjoyable.<em>"Poor old doddery Pete Mercer."</em>she giggled silently to herself as she sashayed towards the dining hall.<em>"It took such little time to pussywhip the old fool."</em><br/><br/>She almost felt pity for the old man. He reminded her a little of a visit to the Parc Zoologique de Paris-Vincennes when she was a child. An elderly lion there was just like Pete, it could still prowl and roar, but was old and toothless and when her class taunted it and blew raspberries it slunk away into the corner of it's enclosure. Not that she felt any regret, to be a domme here at Saint Catherines she must be prepared to exert herself over the older outdated teachers if at all possible. She would continue her games with Pete tomorrow for the benefit of the students and show them the correct order of pecking amongst the staff.<br/><br/>-------> Campus grounds