I was beside myself with shock and anxiety.
"What do you mean, Mistress? What letter from my supervisory board?" I fear I was speaking rather loudly and shrilly, but my Mistress graciously overlooked my lack of courtesy this time.
"As I said, a letter came from your supervisory board. It was addressed to you, but as your Mistress, I felt it was my duty to open it. Apparently, rumors about that class you presented in human sexuality somehow circulated back to your board. They sounded concerned about your alleged unorthodox teaching style in that class." (see "Class Time")
I felt the familiar heat of a flush of embarrassment radiating from my face and neck. My heart rate climbed to dangerous levels as I thought about my actions on that day, and how my supervisors would feel about them.
She went on to say, "The letter basically said that they wanted you to appear before them, and relate your side of the story."
My stomach seemed to twist into a knot. The thought of facing them, of trying to explain what happened that day, was almost too much to contemplate. I could visualize their stern faces as they listened to my stammering explanation. I could already hear them telling me to clean out my desk, telling me that I was fired.
"When..." I squeaked as my mouth dried up with fear. I tried wetting it with saliva and swallowing hard, and tried again. "When do I have to meet with them, Mistress?"
"Oh my dear girl. That letter arrived over two weeks ago," she answered with a maddening smile.
"What!? Two weeks ago? They think that I have been ignoring them for two weeks?" In my anxiety, I had balled my hands into fists, and I was pounding them on my thighs. I am sure that my face was a mask of horror.
"On your knees now, pet!" Mistress snapped. "Lace your hands together behind your head! Arch your back a little, and take deep breaths!"
Instinctively reacting to her commands, my body assumed the position she demanded, and I began breathing deeply, my mind still awhirl. I became aware of the scent of the acrid sweat that I was emitting due to my fear. With my arms up in this position, I could even feel the sweat beads trickling from each of my armpits.
"You are flying off the handle, molly," Mistress chastised me. "You are reacting before giving me a chance to fully explain. Calm down!"
I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. I tried hard not to think about a ruined career. I wondered if the fact that my students learned so well, and demonstrated the knowledge that they acquired from me, both on the mandated standardized tests and in letters of praise from their eventual employers, might buy me some leniency in the ordeal to come. But in my mind's eye, all I could visualize was the flint eyed faces of these people I had never met as they sat with crossed arms, staring at me from the other side of a very long table.
Mistress waited until my body language indicated the return of a modicum of self-control before continuing. "As I was saying, the letter arrived over two weeks ago. I immediately arranged a meeting with them, and went and talked to them on your behalf." She must have seen my body jerk slightly at this news. "My girl, it is my duty as your Mistress to take care of you. You know that. It was my presence in your classroom that caused you to deviate from your planned lecture. Therefore, it was up to me to explain to them what had happened."
I was listening very carefully. I was uncertain when she had met with them, but thus far I had suffered no repercussions; no one had come to my classroom to escort me from the building. But perhaps she had only met with them yesterday. Perhaps they were deliberating even now.
"May I ask how the meeting went, Mistress?" I inquired softly.
"Actually, I found them all to be quite charming people. There are two men and two women on the board at the moment. We discussed your classroom instruction on that day in great detail."
I mentally moaned in anguish, hearing the word "detail" from her lips. I could imagine her nonchalantly discussing graphic descriptions of my body, and my actions in that classroom. I love my Mistress, but sometimes I think that she is unaware of how bizarre our lifestyle may appear to outsiders. Not everyone is accepting of Dominant/submissive relationships.
"Did they make you stand in front of a long table, like a schoolgirl called to the principal's office?" I inquired.
"No, my pet. We sat on comfortable chairs, arranged in a circle for our discussion. Their eyes were riveted on me, and I seemed to have their undivided attention as I described the situation on that day. They were already aware that your class consists of consenting adults, so they knew if you are not guilty of corrupting minors," related my Mistress, with perfect calmness.
The word "guilty" made me shudder, but I kept silent so that Mistress would continue explaining what had happened at her meeting.
"Of course, I tried to paint a mental picture of your classroom that day. I described for them how you stripped naked at my command, and climbed up on your desk to give the class a better view," Mistress explained. I may have flushed a brighter scarlet imagining what was passing through the board members' minds during this narrative.
"I knew things were going well when I got to the part about the students closely examining your cunt. As I was discussing this, I noticed that both of the male board members were getting noticeable bulges in their trousers. One of the female board members was unconsciously licking her lips at this point, while the other female was subtly rubbing her thighs together." My Mistress is very observant, as she has proved to me time after time.
