S005 Email to Jennifer

Email to Jennifer
Dear Miss Smith,

I made a new friend Sarah today. I was in the library while I was looking for some class reading. Sarah is a cute tomboy and very run to be with. She is a sophomore and I am glad that I found someone that I can go to if I need any help.

We spent the afternoon together and she showed me around all the important places that a student may want to know about.

I hope that you had a great day, Miss Smith.

Yours obediently,
Silvia

4 authors - a note about time

We have reached four authors!

Welcome to Silvia, the last one, who is letting us have her diary - just a note, we play in real time, so we need to make sense of these entries. My suggestions is that before friday Siivia had a kind of flashback, so to justify her previous entries. Or we can join them in a "character" post instead of the "diary" one. Well, we can even leave them as they are. That is, if you want to use this blog and not yours (http://silvia-sandon-diary.blogspot.com/) - it's up to you to decide.

We are introducing many new characters to pick, too: Sarah, Christina, the Dorks gang.

About time, to sum it up see it as follows:

- the time of the blog IS the time of events; so if you post twice a day, it's like morning and afternoon; if you do not post for three days, your character just did ordinary things for three days.

Keep in mind that you CAN change day and time of your posts. So you can play nice time tricks.

You're welcome to comment, discuss or offer advise, as always.

Fed.

G001 Diary Entry: Pantiless

Dear Diary,

"It's a simple principle. Your slit must be readily available, as your mouth is."

Those words in my memory still sting. Was almost a year ago when he made me suck him off. For letting me stay on in the Sandon. And he would even let me start a cheerleading squad.

Don't know what happened to him. A new principal came last month.

For a week after he was gone, I continued to follow the same routine, removing my panties whenever I was in the school compound. Just as he wanted. Somehow I thought maybe he still had spies around. Or maybe he was testing me, to see if I would still follow his instructions when he wasn't here. I found out from the secretary that Fairbanks had been replaced. Still I did not believe it was true.

It was difficult at first. Going to the girls' locker room in the morning, taking off my panties and stashing it in my bag. And I wouldn't be allowed to wear them again till the end of the day when school ended. If I was found by him to have flouted this rule, I would be punished. Some of the male teachers seemed to be in on it. I got asked a lot to go up to the blackboard to write, especially when the middle section of the board is already filled with writing so I had to reach up to write on the top part of the board or bend down to write on the bottom part. When I am sitting down in class, I often catch the teachers stealing glances at my legs. Mr. Conrad most of all. Especially when I have cheerleading practice day and am wearing a short skirt.

I learnt to cross my legs whenever I sit down, so I don't expose myself. It did get easier. Once I got used to the routine. But it still hurts when I hear the boys whispering that I was an easy lay. It was totally untrue. I have not gotten involved with any of the boys. But Fairbanks would use me frequently. That was the word he would say - "used". Used my mouth.

Oh, time for cheerleading practice. Got to go.

g

S004 Diary Entry: The Past

Shoot, just when I thought that I am finally free, the call just reminded me the full control of daddy and Jennifer have over me. Jennifer had been daddy's personal assistant for many years. I can never forget the first time when daddy began my obedience lesson. Jennifer was there and I was told that she will be responsible for disciplining me. I was to address her Miss Smith always even though I think she is probably in her early twenties. After my first spanking lying on her lap, I resigned myself to surrendering to her.

Sometimes, daddy would send me to Jennifer's apartment over a weekend for my good-girl training. I've learned to don a sexy french maid's uniform in 6-inch pumps to clean up her place. In fact, she already had maid service to handle the house work for her. It's more for me to get used to the outfit and wait on her hand and foot obediently. I've learned how to walk seductively in that impossible high heels and how to bend down to pick up things without bending my knees. Jennifer knows how to humiliate me and keeps me on a tight leash. Once she invited her girlfriends for teas and I was to serve them in my uniform without my panties on. My heart almost stopped when I was told to pick up the napkin dropped at Jennifer's feet when my back was facing all her friends.

Daddy always gives his instructions to Jennifer and I would learn what to do from her directly. I have been instructed to keep it a habit to sit on daddy's lap and kiss daddy's chin lovingly. That's the way to show my love for daddy as I was told. Sometimes I wondered if some instructions were made up by Jennifer herself. Once I questioned her instruction and I was punished to always address myself as Silvia when I talk to her. This is to keep me in a submissive mood and know my place. It sure does the trick. How can I not feel submissive and embarrassed when I speak like a little 3-year-old in front of her? Later I was told to speak the same way to daddy and daddy was very pleased. He then required me to always answer him "yes, daddy?" From then on, I would never question whatever Jennifer said. When she says jump, I will only ask eagerly how high. It has been my desire to please daddy and Jennifer over time. Somehow my subservient behavior always excites me extremely. It's growing on me and I found my panties get wet all the time when I was with daddy or Jennifer or even just talking to them on the phone. That submissive mood also had been making me more susceptible to agreeing with others and very hard for me to say no. I've hoped that I could get back my old personality after coming to Sandon. Now how can I do that when I am going to write Jennifer and call daddy everyday?

S003: Call from Jennifer Smith

Silvia flipped open her cell phone: "Hello?"
Jennifer: "Hi Silvia, how's school?"
Silvia: "Oh, Hi, Miss Smith. School is great. It's really nice here."
Jennifer: "Mmm, have you been a nice girl, Silvia?"
Silvia: "Yes, I have, Miss Smith."
Jennifer voiced coldly: "I have?"
Silvia: "Oh, I'm sor... Um, Silvia is really sorry, Miss Smith. Silvia begs for your forgiveness."
Jennifer: "Silvia, just several days away from home and you've forgotten your manner! How can I trust you to behave?"
Silvia: "Silvia is really sorry, Miss Smith. Silvia will work very hard to behave herself, Miss Smith..."
Jennifer: "I want you to email me your daily schedule and send me your daily report at the end of each day. Do you understand, Silvia?"
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith."
Jennifer: "Is that your answer, Silvia?"
Silvia cursed herself for forgetting always repeat the complete instruction when reply: "Oh, Silvia is sorry, Miss Smith. Silvia understands and will send you her daily schedule and a daily report every night, Miss Smith."
Jennifer: "That's better. I think you need your behavior lesson next time you come home. Now, don't forget to call your daddy everyday to tell him how much you love him and how you miss him."
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith. Silvia will call daddy every day and let him know that Silvia loves him and misses him very much, Miss Smith."
Jennifer: "Good girl. See, you always rely on me to teach you how to be a good daughter to your daddy."
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith. Silvia really appreciates you for constantly teaching her how to be a good daughter to daddy."
Jennifer: "Ok, I got to go. Remember to behave yourself, Silvia."
Silvia: "Yes, Miss Smith. Silvia will remember to behave herself."

F009 Diary Entry. Friday. A beating.

Well, i think as I wake up, I have survived the first week. Christina has readied my luggage, I'll leave directly from the school. She keeps that resentful gaze on me, especially when she thinks I'm not looking. Annoying. She should know better, should not she? Does she think I can spend all day with her eyes on my back?

I feel a need to put her to her place. So when she sets up things for breakfast I pull up from my chair. Nosily. It could be a normal gesture. We both know it is not.

She staggers back. I advance, fists closed. A raucous "what" dies in her throat. I hit her hard in her plexus and look at her crumbling, breathless. There's something wrong. A kick on her chest, not to break her ribs, just a whipped kick on her breasts. The hurt reflect on her face and I rejoice. I know I'm going to see the color of her blood now. Now. My heartbeat is too fast and a voice in my head keeps saying that there is something amiss.

I use my fists and a kick on full power. No restraint.

The kitchen storage and the table break in pieces. There is blood on my hands. Mine. I forgot to take my pill. Celestial damnation, how could I? The pain calms me. Christina is puking. It took all my willpower not to kill her with my fists. I run to my room to take the accursed pill. I return with makeshift bandages on my hands. She is on her knees, cleaning.

Before leaving, I just tell Christina that this was nothing exceptional and that I could beat her any time I want. I ask her if this is ok. She nods, unable to word her answer; they have told her about me. I hate myself now, but this will pass too. Maci. I need to go back home.

I send Christina away as I arrive to the school. I need that Muromachi woman services for my hands. I wonder what she will say, slightly curious about her mystery.

S002 Diary Entry: Become a Cheerleader

I met Grace this afternoon at the book store. She was recruiting for the cheerleader squad. I signed up right there. Although I used to feel a bit jealous of those cheerleaders for the attention they received, I never wanted to be one as being a cheerleader seems to be announcing that you are inferior to those athletes and you can only cheer at the sideline. Since Dick became daddy, I was required to join school's cheerleader squad and trained hard to be a good one. To help framing my mind to develop my enthusiastic spirit, I was taught to admire all those hunky football players in my mind. I was to imagine that they are my heroes and I am to be so eager to show them how much I worship them. Over time, it did help and I was always so excited when doing my act in the games.

I know that I would be expected to be in the squad in Sandon too and show the same level of devotion if not more. I only hope that boys in Sandon are more mature and gentleman like. I can never forget last summer when I was trapped in those boys' locker room. I was so scared when Jake pinned me against the wall and forced a kiss on me. I was so humiliated about my boobs getting so hard under his probing hands and the head coach came in right at the moment. Although he rescued me from Jake's advance. He dismissed me as a cocktease and threatened to spank me if he caught me in the locker room with his players next time. That was such a degrading experience yet I get so excited whenever I replay the scenes in my mind. What's wrong with me?