F010 Diary Entry. The Second Monday. A Deer. Decisions.

Mission over. Nothing happened and I can get back to the school. I drive at night, and it's 2 in the morning when I calculate in my mind the distance that separates me from Maci. I imagine her sleep, uneasy, missing my presence.

I turn the wheels and start to run to her. If I drive fast, I can get home in six hours, have breakfast with her and then be back at the accursed college in the morning. I drive fast, too fast. Six hours could even be five.

The road turns and my lights illuminate a shape. A deer. Frozen. I brake. Tires sweep the road. I turn the wheel. Darkness.

I wake up at the first lights of the day. My head hurts. No blood, just a bump. I jump out of the car, looking for signs of the deer. No blood. I saved.. No, I realize, he saved me.

I arrive at the school late, in a sorry state. I need to talk with the others, it's time to start to work on the girls. I check the reports and I take a quick decision. One of the girls used a cell phone inside the school. We have top electronics here. I listen to her conversation, then I file a copy to the strange nurse, Venturi, with a "decide and act" note.

Then there is the Grace file. I wonder if she's still going around pantiless as Fairbanks wrote. Time to use the Dorks gang that I have built. I call all of them in my office.

Their faces are a show that warms my heart. Fear and stupor. And the memory of having an expensive little thing like Christina in their hands for a short while. I just tell them they have not been good and that they will have to follow my instructions exactly. Their first task is to go and look at the cheerleaders team leader. I want a written report on her. They could not be more confused when the leave my office.

A long day at work, indeed.

S006 Diary Entry: The Bar

Sarah took me to a local bar this evening. It's crowded and dark just like any other bars. Then I realized that it's a lesbian bar. I saw many twisted bodies glued together tightly on the dance floors and around the shadow corners. It turned out that Sarah is a frequenter at the bar and knows many people there. A tall and pretty girl named Sandra asked me to dance when Sarah got to her feet to dance with her her friend, Tina. I felt my voice trembled when I answered yes. Sandra held my hand firmly as she pulled me to the dance floor. It's a slow dance and Sandra held me tightly in her arms. I felt my stomach fluttered as I felt the bottom of her breast mashed the top of mine snugly and I felt so weak that I may have stumbled if not for I was completely wrapped in her arms. Sandra owns a local accounting firm and has strong ties with local business.

After several songs we all came back to the couch. Sandra sat right next to me and squeezed my shoulder tightly and I could only lean against her as she pulled me close. I felt very safe in her arms and I could hear my heart beat so fast. As four of us talked, Sandra's fingers stroked my arm gently. I felt goosebumps crawling on my skin. This is the first time I was so intimate with a girl and I found that I was so excited. It's so very different from being with boys. When being with boys, I was constantly making great effort to guard against their advances, struggling to maintain my dignity and hide my body's response to their lewd manipulation. Yet with Sandra, I didn't have the urge to escape from her touch. In fact I think I actually yearned for it. When we left the bar, Sandra insisted to escort me home and I accepted it gracefully. We talked a little more on the way home and she kissed me forcibly at the door. I felt I melt into her breathlessly and I blushed as I felt the dampness of my panties. Then we said goodbye to each other. I can still taste her kiss...

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."