Harriet's working morning swept by as it had never done before, such was her enjoyment at the level of entertainments brought on by her freedom. Customers who were vaguely aware of the previously insignificant girl, now eyed the confident woman who strutted about her business; the male quota feeling their cocks rise in admiration of this unexpected visual bonus. The other two women found themselves doing their share of the donkey work in replacing books quite readily, now more than happy to do so as it enabled them to venture out to the shelves whenever, keen to observe the mysterious changes in Harriet. The change she had brought upon Ms Sybil Clark and Mr Albert Gifford was equally intriguing to them, and their day was made all the more exciting when the normally severe Sybil emerged from the office wearing a casual and satisfied smile. She first looked across to Harriet who was supervising a male customer who'd offered to replace the books he'd borrowed himself, keen to be close to her all of a sudden, and exchanged smiles with her, then she turned to Ella and Fay.
'Gifford has an announcement to make; please step inside the office.' The fact that she referred to him as 'Gifford' and omitted the Mr, as was the norm, added a little more spice and intrigue to the situation. As the two entered, they were immediately struck by the sheepish look on the normally officious male's face as he sat behind his desk. The two stood dumbfounded as Sybil strutted to the front of the desk and addressed him.
'Well? Have you ordered your new desk yet... the smaller one I chose for you?' He blushed as his new position was exposed to the two underlings so abruptly.
'Yes... yes Mrs Clark... of course.' She lifted her head, placing her hands on her hips, a picture of feminine arrogance.
'Good, I like that you do just as you're told. Now come and stand next to me while you make the official announcement.' The two women stood agape, their open mouths in half smiles and their cunts already beginning to tingle, as the previously pompous Gifford meekly obeyed the assertive woman. He looked at her red face as he stood close, she simply closing her eyes and nodding impatiently. He swallowed hard and faced the two.
I... I'm handing over... giving up my position to... to Mrs Clark. She will be Head Librarian... I will be Deputy Head.' He quivered a little as the the two now smiled at him, pleased no end by the news. Sybil smiled wickedly at him as he fumbled awkwardly, making him fear there was more to come; he would not be disappointed.
'That's the official announcement...' She looked at her two colleagues and grinned.
'I know I can trust you two... I know you'll have both dreamed of this.' Her eyes returned to the quivering former despot.
'On your knees Gifford!' He hesitated only momentarily, her finger pointing to her feet, her eyes reminding him that she knew everything. He sank to his knees, Sybil smiling as her total command of him brought on a fresh arousal. Fay grinned as she watched him kneel obediently, the bulge in his trousers telling her he was just where he wanted to be; obedient to the power of a woman. Ella gasped and made the sign of the cross, then clasped her hands, prayer-like, muttering an absolution for her sins; she couldn't contain the erotic excitement she felt. Gifford basked in the humiliation, the simple demonstration of his weakness crushed his rational persona, but his inward desires told him he'd be dominated by three women every working day; his cock boned as he looked up at the blissful smile of satisfaction shown by the woman who now controlled him.
'Officially you are now Deputy Head, unofficially - but as a reality in this establishment - you will be in your correct place, below all female staff here. You know that I know it's where you belong, and we both know you want it too... don't you?' He blushed red as he rued the former chauvinism he'd displayed so readily, but his boning cock and the lush feeling of being humiliated by her, defeated his inhibition. His heart raced as he looked up to the two women he'd belittled so often.
'Yes... Yes... it's what I want.' The initial shock of the spectacle that first gripped the women now disappeared, and was replaced by a warmly vindictive pleasure in both. They watched Sybil strut around the kneeling male, glowing in triumph as she cemented her dominance over him with utmost pleasure.
'You'll be at our beck and call whilst in this office, our office, and you'll confirm your position every morning when we enter it.' She strutted over to the desk and lifted the cane from behind it, bringing wicked smiles from both Fay and Ella to accompany their budding sexual arousal.
'You'll be disciplined for any shortcomings by any one of us, and I've had the pleasure already of caning you for some - you know you needed it, and I know you enjoyed it - it'll be on hand for use at the whim of any one of us.' She smiled with contempt as she stroked the bulge in his trousers with the cane.
'Now you'll apologise to these ladies for your prior arrogance, then you'll kiss their feet.' Fay and Ella felt their egos swell with justified spite as they looked down on their former tormentor, reduced to the status of a servant by the command of a woman, he struggling to come to terms with the humiliation but knowing he had no choice. The sexual thrill it engendered as he looked up from his knees with Sybil flexing the cane behind him, was tremendous.
'I... I apologise... apologise for my for previous behaviour...' Sybil grinned and cut the air with the cane, the delicious sound making him cower and delighting the ladies, prompting a further plea from him as his face reddened.
'...I beg your forgiveness, please forgive me.' Fay gave a soft laugh as he bent and duly kissed her feet, then stood with hands on hips as he obliged Ella, she sighing as her nipples hardened and her cunt tingled with an unexpected and most welcome sexual excitement; his servile action and the thought of justifiably thrashing the fear of god into him, released an undeniably pleasing urge within her. Attending work and her duties there, would now be more than a pleasure. Gifford descended into a submissive helplessness as Sybil saw the need in Ella's eyes and passed the cane to her, and motioning him to the desk, having him lay over it, his trousers and underwear dropped. Fay watched eagerly as Gifford succumbed to the meeker of his former staff, now showing her spite as readily as Fay would, thrashing him soundly with the cane to show her forgiveness for his prior arrogance, the tears showing his understanding of his new position, his stiff cock affirming the sheer bliss of his deserved humiliation.
Harriet was delighted to see the smartly dressed woman enter the library with no books in hand, and looking around, unfamiliar with the place. Amanda Horton looked suitably pleased to be in the company of a like minded woman as Harriet came over, her eyes surveying the full figure of the woman who she knew would dominate Bryant so eagerly. They shook hands and confirmed each other's identity, then Harriet ushered her to a quiet corner of the library, with a table positioned for a good view of the aisles where she'd placed certain books in preparation for the visit of some of the customer's she was keen to see.
'This is the reference section, sorry to make you wait, I know how impatient you must be to meet Bryant... I'll try to make it as entertaining as I can. There's a couple of customers who've been particularly insulting in the past - today's the day I'll reverse that with a little luck - they're that anal they turn up at the same time like clockwork, I know they'll be more than pleased to see me.' Amanda didn't mind at all, her mind focused on the delights of chastising the male who'd been so boastful and chauvinistic, safely distanced behind a keyboard.
'Oh I can wait, I've waited a long time for this opportunity, a couple of hours will just enhance my appetite, and I've you to thank for making it possible.' Harriet smiled and Amanda watched her tight arse wiggle in the leather skirt, admiring her style as she strutted back to the reception area. Around twenty minutes later, Harriet was smirking contentedly as she discussed Gifford's new official and unofficial position with her colleagues, when a face she previously hated to see made its entrance. She grinned at Sybil as she ducked low behind the counter, out of sight as the others watched him go to the engineering section as usual, then saw his approach to the counter with a slightly peeved expression. Miles Johnson's normal cocky and rude approach was tempered somewhat by the strangely buoyant atmosphere that radiated from the normally indifferent women that day. He had a sneaking admiration for the stern Sybil as it was; the mature woman's officious persona rankling with his male ego, at odds with what he believed he thought of all women - he'd found himself thinking of her as he masturbated, she invading his carnal pleasure almost uninvited; he knew why, but refused to come to terms with it openly. He faced the confident woman with a studied look of arrogance.
'Where's frumpy today? I'll need her to fetch for me - some idiot's put the section I need out of reach.' Sybil's curt smile moved from his face to one side as Harriet rose from behind the counter.
'You mean me?...' Johnson's face was a picture, his mind in confusion as the sharply renovated Harriet displayed herself, the shapely figure and confident tone which emanated from the tastefully made-up face, throwing his preferred arrogance into an immediate dilemma. Yes, it was definitely her, though the basic facial recognition was all that remained of the dour woman he'd belittled so often; her hair and general appearance left him lost for words, her presence oozed a confidence which he instantly knew would mean the control he once enjoyed over her had disappeared with the ghost of the old Harriet. She grinned smugly and didn't wait for a response.
'I suppose I'll have to get them for you, as you're incapable.' He blushed visually as he struggled with the indecision of whether to offer some verbal riposte, or simply follow, also conscious of the other woman enjoying his discomfort; their smiles didn't help his situation as he watched the shapely arse previously hidden from him, and now advertised so well in a tight leather skirt, move delectably as she strutted out to the aisles. With mouth agape, he simply moved to follow, pleasing his feminine audience. As he started, Sybil called him back.