Lowewood Academy

My mother always said that masturbation was the tool of the devil.

That if I indulged if it too much, I’d go blind, mad and then die with hairs on the palms of my hands. In addition, it wasn’t ladylike! Ladies did not get excited by the sexual act. By any kind of sexual act.

Lust was an aggravating emotion for me. To allow yourself to be taken up and used by it was to lose control. I didn’t like losing control. My first and only relationship, with the Demon King himself, Rufus de Lacey had been an exercise in constantly debasing myself to lust. It had amused the hell out of him. For me, after the ecstasy of the orgasm had died away, it had made me cry tears of humiliation.

So I didn’t trust myself to lust.

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“Yes, that’s it. Well done, Faye – you’re doing brilliantly.”

I couldn’t help looking at her sideways. Was she being sarcastic? But no, Miss Delaney’s smile seemed genuine as she did the seemingly impossible and complimented me on my piano playing.

So weird…

“You’ve really got the feel for it, Faye – it’s such a beautifully sad piece and you’re expressing that so well.”

Well, I don’t exactly have to try very hard in that respect these days…

“How about once more all the way through and then we’ll call it a day?”

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It’d been a bit of a crappy old week. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying both teaching and Lowewood – but both are taking some getting used to.

The kids here are so much more amenable, and dare I say pliable, than at the state comprehensive where I did my teaching practice. Oh, they’re lively and fun too, and incredibly confident, which might be down to their privileged backgrounds, or perhaps because they’re not really distracted by boys (at least, not till the 6th form, by which stage they’re not all that impressed by them, it seems).

And they all take the corporal punishment in their stride too – although I’m sure that has an impact on the general behaviour, it seems to be widely accepted as an occupational hazard, rather than as a deterrent to all things fun.

So far I’ve not had to dole out much. A light spanking to Cornelia Falconer for screaming the entire house down when she spotted a spider in Rose dorm – a bit of fear’s one thing, and heaven knows I’m not the world’s greated arachnophile (I’d had to ask Alex ap Iorwerth to remove a rather large beastie from my own study – lucky he was passing by when I stuck my head out of the door, really), but Cornelia just wouldn’t stop squealing, and eventually I’d had enough. Six quick and light spanks over her pyjamas were enough to restore her to her senses (and Dashwood to peace).

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