Hello, this is the first chapter of four that will be uploaded over the coming week. All four chapters are concluded, I have published it in full elsewhere but Literotica reaches a much wider audience hence why I have chosen to re-publish it here. This first chapter is more introductory than sexual though if you enjoy power exchange hopefully it will suck you in! Please note this story is entirely fictional and all characters portrayed are 18 or older. This part of the story remains consensual but please be aware there are non-consensual activities in later chapters hence why it is in this section.
BALANCE OF POWER
CHAPTER 1 - THE BALANCE
Hello everyone, my name's Robin. And not like the boy Robin either, I'm a 36 year old Woman. I've been specially trained and are employed to help young disadvantaged teenagers. No one physically or mentally disadvantaged but more specifically those from broken homes, etc. It's my job to encourage aggressive young Women and Girls into either work or sport and away from using violence as a solution to their problems.
I used to enjoy it too. Helping young adults was always a passion of mine. Well they're not young adults really, the Girls are a bit younger than that. But old enough to know better. And in my first few years I helped quite a few Girls turn their Lives around. I used to get a real kick out of it.
Then I got to my early thirties.
You see I married young. Had a daughter probably before we were ready. She's grown up into a beautiful young Woman and my World revolves around her. My husband and I are still together, typical couple of our age, I guess. Yeah, things have gone a bit stale in the bedroom. Perhaps that's how the fantasies started.
I was bullied badly as a kid. No reason. I guessed it was because I have a boy's name but I've since learnt through being educated for the job I do that it is mostly a confidence thing. I had no confidence in myself or my growing teenage body at the time. And I've also since learnt Girls that age going through puberty, the more confident ones, sense that low self-esteem and prey upon it. Then they pick on Girls like me to build themselves up by pushing you down. It's all pretty simple really.
Anyway, I've discovered recently that I'm not quite the upstanding member of the community I thought I had become. It all started with a newspaper article. How a school principal had resigned after a Girl he expelled for constant and dangerous bullying was reinstated by the Education Board on appeal. They found that his decision was unfair despite overwhelming evidence of bullying by the Girl as well as other transgressions.
As I read the article for the third time something in me clicked. And not in a good way either. The more I read the article the more I started to feel it, well um, down below. If you know what I mean. I didn't read it from the point of view of wanting to help this Girl like I had helped dozens of Girls before her. The more I read the more I started to think about her victims. About my own experience being bullied. Don't get me wrong, the bullying I endured at school were the worst months of my life. I was traumatised and Mum even took me to a psychologist. It wasn't sexual at all.
But here I was decades later and right in that moment it was sexual. I imagined myself submitting to this Bully in the paper I was reading about. About her using me. I've read about it since but at the time I was having these thoughts I had never heard of power exchange fantasies, or even knew it was a sexual kink. But then again in those next few days and ensuing weeks my vanilla life and my vanilla view of life would come crashing down, all instigated and perpetrated by a teenage Girl. This Girl obviously craved attention and didn't mind who she stepped on to get her own way. And I mean stepped on literally. I would feel the full weight and force of Her Bullying in time to come and the more liberty she took from me the further into her power I would slip. Eventually I would be helpless in even having a choice to stop her.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Obviously the school, the Principal nor the Girl were identified in the newspaper article. To do so would make it a lot easier to expose the Girl who was protected by the law. But I had a good idea who she was. After all it's my job to 'help' Girls like her so I had the inside running and went straight to her case file as soon as I got to the office on Monday morning.
Such a pretty name Tahlia.
Though she preferred Tay. She was of mixed race, more protection for her from our welfare agencies being partly Aboriginal on her Mum's side. You see historically Australia has a poor record when it comes to prejudice against, well, all races really, but specifically native Australians.
In general they were left to look after themselves in remote communities and separate Governments decades ago legislated to remove young aboriginal children from their families and there followed alcoholism, appallingly young death rates, unemployment, suicide and domestic abuse. More recently current Governments opened up pathways for young aboriginals to make something of themselves and give them the same opportunities white Australians had enjoyed for years as well as tabling an official apology in parliament to the 'stolen generation'.
Which is where I sort of come in. I had a fantastic reputation working with these young Girls and it only took three phone calls before I had approval to visit her at her school.
I know ever since reading that article I had fantasised about submitting to her but then reality is so much different to our fantasies isn't it? For the first time in years I was actually nervous in going to meet her. All my training and experience had taught me that the only way we could ever win over these Girls and earn their trust was to be confident in ourselves. More confident than them. Like I said earlier the whole genesis in school Girl bullying is based around self-esteem, take away your victim's to increase your own.
But with Tay I was nervous. Never ever had I counselled one of these Girls with the even the slightest hint of sexuality surrounding the experience. Yet here I was in her school and the sexual aspect, the fantasies of submission that had invaded my mind when I first read the article, had my stomach doing backflips. She would sense my nervousness immediately whether I wanted her to or not. Everything I had learned about body language and how important it is to maintain eye contact were jeopardised as I waited outside her home room. I actually felt sick! And to think I was only nervous because I had fantasised so vividly of submitting to her! Under normal circumstances this would be just another case and another life turned around for the better. But not today.
I would suggest we go for a walk together within the school grounds, which was normal practice for me, I always found the Girls were a lot more likely to open up to me that way rather than in a stuffy office environment where there was a clear distinction between my position and theirs.
Every morning students at the school Tay attended were to go to their morning assembly. I wanted to catch her prior so that she wouldn't be pulled out of class and immediately placed on the defensive. Her first two session teachers knew She would be with me and truth be told were more than happy to have one of the more disruptive influences out of their class.
Unusually, Tay was dressed in full school uniform on the morning I had arranged to meet her. I'd been told she usually wore this jacket that more often than not she would conceal a knife under so to see that she wasn't wearing was a minor relief at least. Her school uniform was a navy blue in colour criss-crossed in pattern with a lighter blue on a white background and like all the Girls these days, her hem was higher than mid-thigh; I know I had given up on getting my own daughter wearing a slightly less revealing version at her school.
The other thing to note with the uniform at this school were the white socks Tay was wearing and sandals that remained unbuckled which was also normal for most Girls and regular school uniform here. I guess I wouldn't normally mention something as trivial as a Girl's shoes and socks but before the end of the morning I'd be more familiar with this part of Tay than any of the things I really should have been.
That's just how quickly things escalated.
