Historical Teachings (Supersonic & Larrinia)
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				Title: <strong>Historical Teachings (Supersonic &amp; Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 12:52:26</strong>
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				Kempston Hall College was as strict in its ethos as in its architecture. Its motto, “Excellere fatum est nostrum” (our destiny is to excel) was policed by a veritable army of first class tutors and lecturers for young ladies, with parents above a certain salary bracket, above the age of 18, in preparation for them to take on the world.<br><br>It sat on top of a gorge about 5km outside a medium sized town. Despite being built in the 19th century, Kempston was severe granite-built stately home which borrowed styles of castle building from the medieval and Tudor periods, along with more minimalist contemporary approaches. Leading many to describe its architect as confused.<br><br>Internally the “castle” had a similar austerity to that of its external façade, a mixture of medieval simplicity combined with a touch of Edwardian elegance that created a sense of drama and that put visiting parents in awe and in touch with their wallets.<br>&nbsp;<br>Vivianna Dashwood, known as Vi to her friends, however, was not impressed. She stood outside and contemplated the pseudo-portcullis entrance and scowled.<br><br>The wind tousled her auburn hair as she huddled in her big cashmere wrap, which also hid a bottle of single malt whiskey that she was planning to smuggle back to her room. Her parents had banished her here following what they described as the “disgraceful orgy incident”. They thought that away from the bad influence of young men, their daughter would settle down and become a “respectful member of society”.<br><br>“Respectful my arse,” she mumbled.<br><br>Looking at the petite history and anglo-saxon scholar, you wouldn’t immediately guess what she was capable of, but if you looked more deeply, you could see a constant mischievous gleam in her eyes and to those who knew her more intimately they would have been aware of a tattoo on the top left of her buttock which read, “A contrario”. From a contrary position.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Historical Teachings (Supersonic &amp; Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 17:44:12</strong>
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				History Professor Jacquelyn Bledsoe walked down the long hall that led to the main dorms entrance and considered the up coming year. This year she had been out voted on a few young women that she strongly felt didn’t deserve to be here. She was still upset over losing such an important battle and decided at the last moment to join her colleagues and greet the new freshmen. Her presence would make the point that she was not going to give into the failure these young women could bring. <br>&nbsp;<br>She arrived at the dorms entrance with a cool smile for her colleagues. They all greeted her with a welcoming warmth that she had never once returned. It was not her way to make friends or to be part of a group. Her manner was much more reserved and distant but after ten years of being on the staff they had brought her into their fold regardless if she liked it or not.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally the new freshmen begin to arrive. As each new fresh face passed her she evaluated their chances of success. They had one of the highest college graduation rates of the country and only hard work and dedication would ensure they kept their prestigious reputation.&nbsp; <br><br>She ignored the cautious glances that were sent her way, understanding that it was her almost severe appearance that was causing them. As usual her shoulder length light brown hair was pulled back off her face and her dark eyes were framed by heavy glasses. She wore little to no makeup and had dressed in one of her favorite brown suits. Her only concession to vanity was the suits skirt. It was short enough to bring attention to her long shapely legs. <br><br>Jacquelyn attention was suddenly caught by a redhead entering the building. She looked to be trouble… <br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 16:27:11</strong>
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				Vi had shed her large wrap and stashed her bottle in her suitcase, although she was uncomfortably aware of the bulge that it made in the green canvas.<br><br>She had, under much pressure from her parents, dressed in feminine fashion today, which she found constricting. A black skirt hugged her legs and stopped just above her knees and a matching black tailored jacket showed a slim but well endowed form. <br><br>Fortunately, she had managed to change the starched white shirt given to her by their housekeeper in the toilets downstairs, and under this sober attire, she wore a low cut purple top.<br><br>She walked confidently towards the entrance of her room until she saw the huddle of tutors that were welcoming the new "young ladies" as her mother would have said. Most looked undistinguished, dowdy and ordinary and she discounted them disdainfully. However, she had noticed one.<br><br>No more than 6 feet away from her was a tall woman with a piercingly cold gaze.<br><br>"The Ice Queen," she dubbed her mentally as her surprised gaze took in the fitted brown skirt that ended mid-thigh and the shapely legs that were under them and hoped that she wouldn't question the bulge in her luggage.<br><br>Sparring so soon with the staff would be tiresome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Historical Teachings (Supersonic &amp; Larrinia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 03:31:44</strong>
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				“I am surprised to see you here”&nbsp; <br>“Mike” Jacquelyn greeted without warmth. <br>“Stalking the freshmen already are you? ” he teased. <br>“What do you want?”&nbsp; <br>“Just checking out the arrivals” he answerd following her gaze to the young women filling the entrance. <br><br>Mike had been chasing her skirts ever since he arrived last year as the new English professor. He had tried everything in his bag of tricks but she still wasn’t interested. It didn’t matter how attractive he was or how sexy he sometimes appeared to her she wasn’t interested in what he had to offer. Her needs were unique and she knew he was not someone who would be able to fill them. <br><br>Quickly forgetting about Mike Jacquelyn narrowed her dark eyes on the red head and considered her for a long moment.&nbsp; It was obvious from her body language she didn’t want to be here but there was something else too. She looked like she was trying to blend in. It was too bad that would never work. Jacquelyn quickly spotted the odd shape in the suitcase and called her over. <br><br>“Your name and open your suitcase” She ordered, her voice strong and demanding.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 14:28:04</strong>
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				“Oh fuck,” she muttered.<br><br>Her hope had been that the good looking sharp featured male tutor who was vainly attempting to engage the Ice Queen in conversation, would succeed, but no such luck. Men could be so dimwitted sometimes.<br><br>She wasn’t nervous about being caught, it was just the aggravation that she resented like an unrepentant drunk driver pulled in by the police, except she was over 18 and entitled to damn-well drink what she wanted,&nbsp; when she wanted. With that thought in mind, she squared her shoulders and walked towards the tall statuesque woman.<br><br>“I’m Vivianna Dashwood,” she said in disdainful English-publically educated clipped tones as she unzipped her small suitcase. She realised however, that the effect she was hoping to create was somewhat diluted, as the Ice Queen seemed to tower majestically above her and Vi’s nose was at the same level as the woman’s expansive bosom.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 15:03:07</strong>
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				“Vivianna I am Professor Bledsoe and you have just earned yourself a spot in my dorm” She informed her without a sign of emotion in her cold eyes. She snapped her fingers at Lynn who was standing near by and waved her over. Lynn was a student teacher who was brand new to the team and currently in charge of helping the new arrivals find their rooms.&nbsp; She was a pretty little thing with honey brown skin, eyes dark as night and long raven hair. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Yes Professor Bledsoe?” Lynn asked somewhat nervously. It wasn’t that Professor Bledsoe had ever been anything but professional with her but Lynn couldn’t help her nerves. Something about the Professor put her on edge.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Ms. Dashwood is going to be reassigned to me” Jacquelyn said her eyes holding Viviannas gaze even though she was giving the order to Lynn. “She needs special attention in order to be successful here and I am just the professor to give it to her” Jacquelyn pulled her intense gaze away from Vivianna and smiled at Lynn. <br>“Do you see a problem with that?”&nbsp; she asked and reached down and took the bottle of liquor out of Viviannas suitcase without any indication to her own personal thoughts. Lynn’s eyes widen and glanced at Vivianna in surprise. <br><br>“No Professor I will do that right away. Vivianna please come with me I will get a student mentor to show you to your room”&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 20:18:25</strong>
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				The next few minutes went past in a daze for Vi.<br><br>She barely noticed the young teacher who was attempting conversation with her or the “student mentor” she was handed over to. She was just concentrating on her anger.<br><br>How dare they treat her like this? Who was this Professor Bledsoe who thought she could tell her what to do? <br><br>She vowed that she was going to retaliate and the Ice Queen would seriously regret the day she had ordered Vi into her rooms. In fact, she only stopped her mental rage when she was shown into her room by the other student and she caught the nervous look in the other’s eye as she mentioned that her room had a connecting door to Bledsoe’s, before fleeing the dormitory.<br><br>Throwing her bag down with force, she paused for a moment and tried to control her fury. She looked around her new home with distaste.The room was spartan except for a large bed with an elaborate wooden frame, a matching wardrobe, desk and, bizarrely enough, a hook in the ceiling. She took note of these things but didn’t study them in detail. She had a more important task so she walked to the connecting door and her hand went automatically to the handle to lock it but to her alarm realised that there was nothing there. There was no privacy.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 23:30:35</strong>
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				After all the new students had arrived Jacquelyn returned to her own personal rooms. This was the place where she could let go of the stress of the day and just be herself.<br>As usual the first thing she did was kick off her shoes. The feeling of her bare toes sinking into one of the many handmade Moroccan rugs that covered her dark wood floor always gave her a sense of calm. She didn’t know or care how long she stood there but moved only when she felt something inside her shift and unlock.&nbsp; <br><br>Not thinking of anything other than getting completely comfortable she let her long thick hair out of its confinement and sighed with relief. While unbuttoning her shirt she walked towards the huge 18th Century mahogany dressing cabinet and pulled out her red silk robe. She threw it on the bed as she moved around her room. Her shirt, skirt and suit jacket quickly fell away from her slender yet womanly body. <br><br>She walked in front of a full length gold framed mirror that leaned against the wall and stared at herself. No one would ever believe that the hard ass Professor Bledsoe could look like a sex kitten by only letting her hair down and standing in her panties. Of course no one knew about her fetish in ladies under clothes either. <br><br>Aware of the angry student next door to her but not concerned she undid the black lace bra that held her pale breasts and slid down the black sheer panties that held her secrets within. Now naked she walked over to her four poster bed and grabbed her robe. <br>She put it on slowly wondering how little Miss Vivianna was going to take her new lodgings compared to her own and grabbed the flask she had confiscated.&nbsp; <br><br>Jacquelyn knocked once then opened the connecting door. <br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 14:58:02</strong>
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				Startled by the knock on the door, Vivianna jumped up from the bed, her angry musings and plans of vengeance momentarily forgotten. Her previously well pressed skirt was askew, the jacket abandoned on the bed and her top was riding dangerously low. <br><br>There in front of her was Ice Queen Bledsoe looking like....<br><br>Well she wasn’t quite sure.<br><br>Vivianna gaped. The woman had her hair down and was wearing&nbsp; a red silk gown. It also seemed unlikely, looking from her vantage point and the way the material hugged every contour, that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.&nbsp; To add to the whole ensemble she was carrying the confiscated flask of alcohol and despite her unusual attire she looked like the picture of self-possession and confidence.<br><br>The place was mad!<br><br>To her shame, Vivianna couldn’t help her stunned surprise and for the first time words failed her as she stood mutely in front of Professor Bledsoe.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 15:50:09</strong>
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				Jacquelyn let the corner of her mouth lift in a sly smile as she watched Vivianna gape at her. Jacquelyn leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms under her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>“I see Lynn got the room assignment right” Jacquelyn noted doing nothing to hide the natural strength and command that filled her voice. She moved to stand in front of Vivianna and reached up and slid her hand around Viviannas neck. She felt the tension in the young woman but moved her hand so just Viviannas chin was held. <br><br>“You Little Miss Vivianna have a lot of fire within you” Jacquelyn started lowering her voice to a soft whisper “And while I appreciate all that fire it is misplaced, it will do you no good here and will only cause you great pain” <br><br>Jacquelyn let go of the young woman’s chin and opened the flask and took a slow drink. The liquor slid down smoothly and Jacquelyn gave a cold smile. <br><br>“You are in a whole new world, I suggest you adapt or get the hell out. I will not tolerate any taint of failure here. You want to test ? Prove that you’re an adult? See how far you can push the bounds ? You want to do all of that then you do it here. In this room one on one with me but when you leave this room you act like the perfect student. That is your choice, keep your drama here in these rooms or get the fuck out of my school” Jacquelyn finished and waited for Vivianna to respond. She had no doubt that Vivianna would be able to understand the real meanings behind the words. The woman was not stupid just needed a strong hand. 
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				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 19:30:00</strong>
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				Nobody had ever spoken to Vivianna like that. Nobody had ever had the guts to challenge her and nobody had ever been successful in disciplining her.<br><br>She understood the implicit threat behind the words, but she was angry. So angry that her initial shock was beginning to wear off.<br><br>A small part of her, some may say the more cautious and sensible part, was still nervous of this statuesque, practically naked woman, who could access her room at any time she chose, but the more headstrong part decided to disregard the small voice.<br><br>Vivianna was convinced that she would bow down to no one and part of her didn’t entirely believe that Bledsoe would carry out her threat. After all there were mechanisms at colleges that would not allow that sort of behavior. Weren’t there?<br>She squared her shoulders and ignored the slightly red bloom that had appeared in her cheeks and made her first mistake.<br><br>“Professor,” she said the word with slight disdain, “I’d love to know what you think you can do to me! Why don’t you just show me?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 14:55:05</strong>
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				“Show you?” Jacquelyn asked slowly meeting the girls eyes. “I am not stupid Vivianna and despite your lack of comprehension of your current predicament either are you” Jacquelyn said and took a step closer before beginning to circle her. <br><br>Jacquelyn was close enough to Vivianna that she could feel the anger running through the young womans body.&nbsp; She was invading her personal space with deliberate intent and with the knowledge that her naked body hidden by only a thin red robe was putting Vivianna on edge. <br><br>Without warning Jacquelyn stopped directly behind her. Gently with one finger careful not to touch any skin she moved Viviannas beautiful red hair away from the venerable skin of her neck and sighed heavily to ensure the warm air of her breath washed over her. <br><br>“If I was to respond to you who would be controlling who?” Jacquelyn asked softly in her ear. Before Vivianna could answer Jacquelyn stepped away and moved to face her.&nbsp; <br><br>“No, you will agree to the terms or you will leave” Jacquelyn announced. Her eyes said that this was not a threat but a promise. 
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				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 14:39:40</strong>
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				The proximity of Bledsoe’s nearly naked body to her made Vivianna uneasy and fine hair rose of the back of her neck as she felt the other woman’s warm breath on her skin.<br><br>Anxiety and apprehension now started to replace the defiance in her stance, but the anger was still there. She did not want to accept it but she did fear the woman next to her.<br><br>The silence stretched and Vivianna knew it was a mark of the power struggle between the two of them. She did not want to give in but she knew despite her own wishes, her parents would not allow a further change in college. Also, she had a personal thirst for knowledge which surprised most of those who only knew her superficially. She wanted to learn and being thrown out of two colleges in as many terms wouldn’t help her future prospects.<br><br>Acquiescence was not a strong trait but she slowly dropped her eyes to the floor, in the universal sign of the vanquished.<br><br>“I accept," she said softly, but deep down she knew she was bidding her time till she could get revenge. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 21:01:52</strong>
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				Jacquelyn watched the struggle within the young woman with cold eyes and an expression that gave nothing away but she wasn’t unmoved. No in fact it was just the opposite but Jacquelyn had learned long ago that her emotions were best hidden unless they served a specific purpose. <br><br>She put a single finger under Vivianna’s chin and brought her gaze back to hers. <br><br>“I wonder do you really?” Jacquelyn asked leaning closer so her mouth was inches away from Vivianna. “Do you like girls Vivianna?” Jacquelyn asked softly brushing her cheek against hers before pulling away and meeting her eyes. <br><br>“Do you?” Jacquelyn asked letting Vivianna read the desire in her eyes. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Larrinia</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 17:13:02</strong>
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				She felt the single fingernail digging into the soft flesh under her chin and then hazel eyes widened at Bledsoe’s comment. The fine pale hairs on her face stood to attention as she felt the initial brush of contact.<br><br>Christ! It was one thing to imagine what she meant, another thing entirely to be confronted with it such black and white terms.<br><br>Vivianna knew she must not appear as surprised and taken aback as she actually felt and as for the straightforward question, she realized that she had to be equally forthright.<br><br>“I…um…experimented a little at school…and…er…last term.” She finally ground out her sentence as she felt herself blushing. Vivianna was realizing that it was much easier to brag to friends about her sexual exploits, than try to describe them to her college Professor, who had an unfortunate way of totally unsettling her.<br><br>She wasn’t entirely sure if she “liked girls” but knew her experiences to date had been enjoyable.<br>
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