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Welcoming Submission 2
(Crimson Rose)

Wandering the hallways of Brentwood Manor, Miranda stopped for a soak in the bath house's enormous swimming pool sized bathtub with more than two dozen male and female students. Unable to stop herself, she rode three of the young men to completion outside of the tub and then let them lick her clean before hopping back in to continue her bath - not considering even for a moment that the semen furiously swimming to greet her egg would find purchase. 

Grabbing a bite to eat, Miranda had sex with four black male students adding interracial sex to her rapidly growing list of fetishes she was definitely going to continue doing upon returning to life outside of the Manor's well-manicured grounds. Making her way to a door with a sign depicting a kneeling woman with the words: POSITION TRAINING written around her, Miranda stepped into three hours of learning more than thirty submissive positions and about a dozen hand signals including an actual exam requiring her to put names to images. And while other students failed and were disciplined via caning, she was confident in her memory until watching Mistress Brianna grading her test.

"Miranda Johnson," Mistress Brianna called out.

"Yes Mistress."

"You did quite well for a first timer and a visitor, but unfortunately, you got three positions and two hand signals wrong for a total of twenty-five swats of the cane. Twenty of them will be administered to your ass and the remaining five on your breasts. Any questions before we begin?"

"May I see my test results, Mistress?"

"Of course."

Taking the multi-page document, Miranda carefully examined each image and as she got to the ones marked incorrect, her heart sank as she indeed got them wrong. "I've never been caned in my life, Mistress, but I got the answers wrong and I agreed to follow the rules so I guess I'm ready when you are."

"We'll begin with your breasts."

No sooner were the words out of Mistress Brianna's mouth, then Miranda assumed a high kneeling back position which the manor used to administer swats to the breasts.

"Good girl," Mistress Brianna said, getting up from her desk and grabbing the same bamboo cane she had used to discipline hundreds of students over the years. Getting into position, she gave Miranda's breasts several very light taps to adjust her aim.

THWAP! In one swift motion the cane sliced across Miranda's breasts a fraction of an inch above the areolas.

Wincing, Miranda maintained her position. "One. Thank you, Mistress."

THWAP!

"Two. Thank you, Mistress."

THWAP!

"Three! T-Thank you Mistress." Miranda counted and gave thanks even as the beads of sweat began dripping off her trembling body.

THWAP!

"F-F-Four. Thank you M-Mistress."

THWAP!

"Five. Thank you Mistress." Without missing a beat, Miranda got up, walked across the room, and assumed the wall position for the remainder of her punishment. Steeling herself against the pain, she only dared move once the last count and thanks were uttered. "Twenty. Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, slave. Let's hope you take this lesson to heart and study better or the punishment will be twice as bad."

"Yes Mistress," Miranda said, not bothering to correct the Mistress calling her a slave. "So, does this mean I'm allowed to come back for more lessons? In learning the positions and signals that is."

"Of course, slave. How else are you going to master them?"

"Good point, Mistress. I might not see you tomorrow, but I'll definitely come back for another lesson soon." The form-fitting material of the dildo panties pressing against her welt-covered ass feeling oddly pleasurable, she left the training room feeling a mix of emotions. Although after 9pm, she had no work for the rest of the weekend and so instead of going home and getting some well-deserved rest, Miranda continued exploring the Manor.