<strong>Roger</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Is Miriam running a little late? Did you keep her up last night?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Didn't we both?"</strong>I grinned at my partner in crime, just as the brains of the outfit waltzed in on the legs of the outfit. Other parts of the outfit competed for attention as they strained at her corset.<br/><br/><strong>"Morning, marm,"</strong>I smiled at the Great Helmswoman with a mess hall salute,<strong>"Sarge Corey at your service. I trust you slept well?"</strong>The last dry observation was simple to make, as no gorgeous Japanese slut was grovelling around our ankles this morning.<br/><br/>I quickly ordered a bacon and egg bap from the maid, sending her away with my empty bowl. Nutrition is important when you're my size, you're a professional nine to five rapist and want to keep the system running yet unbloated.<br/><br/><strong>"Plymouth cat takes 10.55 bus,"</strong>I read from the inside pages of my paper, the corners of my mouth curling into a microsmile. My attention focused on the Mistress as she read the Daily Slut. You could often tell what you could expect from the day simply by studying the look on she face, as she read what our little darlings had got up to in the night. Her growing and thoroughly sadistic grin suggested fun on today's agenda.<br/><br/><strong>"Cecily? Still... unfulfilled? Why, whatever shall we do?"</strong>I smirked. I waited for her to continue. This was getting interesting. Although I would miss Jugsy around the place, it would be interesting to see how the food chain would change.<br/>From an apex predator's point of view, of course.<br/><br/><strong>"A misdemeanour? How despicable! A very interesting report, Miriam. I think Cecily has just volunteered as a demonstration subject for the day's lesson. She gets the carrot we bring, Claudia can have that stick."</strong>I motioned towards the cane. An institute of richer education isn't complete without one.<strong>"As for Tiffany's extreme naughtiness, I'll pack her up after breakfast. That'll put me in the mood to do some rewarding and punishing."</strong>I looked at my watch. The sluts had another 20 seconds, perhaps?<strong>"Now, are we looking forward to helping our pupils atone for their tardiness? I notice some empty chairs."</strong><br/><br/>My bap arrived impressively quickly. I guess the cook must have had some trouble walking after a rough night with the butlers and couldn't stand the thought of more hardcore disciplinary action. I bit into it and sat back, watching the door, and took out my stopwatch, toying with it menacingly as it counted how many seconds the girls dared to keep us waiting.