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First Week at Work

You took a moment to remember how was it that you were back here after all those years. Last time you have seen the building you were just a student.

You had left the small town long ago when its restrictive nature was too much for you. You hoped to make it big in the big city, and you almost made it; big in the news when your 15-year-old girlfriend spilled the beans of your relationship after she ended up pregnant. It hurt to leave her behind, but at least you could console yourself thinking she was getting too old for your tastes. It hurt way more than you had to pay her parents to avoid them pressing charges, and somehow the story still got publicity, ruining whatever job opportunity you could have in the city.

Even then you never thought to return to Mahogany Hills, but a call from your sister changed everything. Beatriz and yourself had been very close when growing up in such oppressive community, and she’d been the only link you kept with your old life. You were able to talk to her about anything, and you never tried to hide from her your taste for younger females. When you told her the situation you were in and that likely you would have to move again to begin from nothing, she made you an incredible offer.

Your sister was a teacher at the school, and apparently had the ear of the headmaster, so she managed to get you hired, turning your big city “mistake” into a selling point for the new position. At first, you had been skeptical about what your sister said the position entailed, but after reading the official guidelines, you couldn’t deny it was right your alley.

You greeted the secretary and entered your office. At first, it looked like any other office, except for low changing table and some big cabinets. You knew the table was to be used when you needed to punish a student, and the contents of the cabinets would fit more in the infirmary than an office: diapers for all ages, wet towels, an assortment of modified uniforms, boxes of diaphragms and band-aids as well as some pregnancy test kits.

You couldn’t wait to put all those props to use, but you knew you had to follow the rules. The headmaster had been very specific, your particular tastes would allow you to do a better job, that’s why you were hired; but you must not use your authority to abuse the students, all your punishments must follow the guidelines in order to help the students.

You relaxed on your chair for a bit, staring at the screen of your computer that was open to the Template for punishent notes. This being your first week of work, you didn’t have much to do.