I lay stark naked, half dreaming, half awake, as long silver streaks from shooting stars lit up the cool mid-night October sky.
A drift of air from the snowy Blue Mountains to the north sent shivers down my body. It had been quite a bit of time since my fire had burnt out. Though I hated the thought of leaving my plush down mat, I needed more firewood; I would practically freeze to death before the hot sun rose in the morning if I didn't do otherwise. Ah well.
I stood quickly, wiping the sleep from my pale blue eyes. It felt so wonderful being out in the open, naked, and enjoying my freedom from those dreadful Wizards in Maryville. They never saw me more than just a lowly novice sorceress to do their bidding, and well I hate to say it, but their little whore.
My mind seemed to drift off to the events that had taken place. Such bad memories, so many hardships I had to endure.
My parents had said the Wizards tower was the best place for me to be to enhance my 'magical gift'. Bullshit! They just wanted to get rid of me so they could spend their time traveling without a third wheel.
I spent the better part of my time cleaning the halls to pay for my stay, though they never thought it was adequate payment for what they were 'teaching' me. Poppycock! They didn't teach me more than I already knew from my mother and father, the rest I learned on my own from books and many hours of practice.
The head master was terribly harsh on me when it came to well, practically anything I did. If I did not please him properly throughout the day he'd say I 'needed' to be punished, which was something he loved and was terribly good at. Every night after the other council members had their fair share of my goodies, for them 'teaching me', he would send for me, and always in the same fashion.
I always had to be dressed in the same skimpy frock he said; a short raspberry red dress that barely covered the bottom of my ass, its bodice rounded under my full breasts. The shirt I wore was a bit of a bore,it was pure white, sleeveless and barely see-through; my pink nipples would perk out of the top a bit from the crimson bone corset I wore underneath. My panties were pure white too; with thin strips of lace that ran across the back like a pair of doll's panties. The worst part I believe was not so much the dress or the corset, but rather the stockings and shoes I had to wear.
The stockings were raspberry red also, with little white bows on the sides that dangled down near my knees. The fabric was not as soft as they appeared; it seemed to be enchanted with some powder that would always itch my legs and cause me to move around. I was always scratching, always tugging them down to relieve some of the annoyance; to which he would force me down on all fours and spank my bare bottom angrily until it too turned a bright cherry red for trying to take them off.
"You dare displease me you wretched little girl!" He always would say as I pouted in agony from the pain spreading from my raw bottom.
What an asshole he really was. I often wondered if he had some illicit secret that haunted him daily. Like someone did the same shit to him that he did to his students.
I must say though, the shoes he made me wear were very beautiful. They were tall, but very thin; their shade was so magnificent, like a freshly buffed ruby. It was so very hard to walk the dozens of flights of stairs in those horrid things. I think he forced me to wear them merely as a form of punishment rather than for his visual pleasure.
I can remember that bastard laughing when I reached his room in the old Score's tower; my feet aching with horrendous pain and my lungs burning like they were on fire from the strenuous journey up.
