A Tennessee Education Pt. 06

The school year came to an abrupt end at East Riverton. The flurry of activities including athletics, concerts, recitals, and plays and standardized testing had most everyone involved. Teachers were busy meeting end of the year requirements, cleaning out classrooms and getting ready to clear out to enjoy some extended R an R. Unfortunately the state legislature had not approved the budget for the fiscal year. It was an election year and republicans and democrats alike where playing their various political power plays in an attempt to make the other side look incompetent.

"If they only knew how pathetic they all looked," Mariko thought after reading the latest email sent from the Beverly Beecham, the school superintendent. Her note indicated new contracts would not be out before the final day of school and all employees were asked to check emails regularly for any updates. It wasn't that this news directly affected Mariko however it indirectly did. She was the one that collected, tabulated and transferred the signed papers downtown. What she feared was how this might alter her summer plans. She would need to be here for the week following when contracts were sent out. She made a note to check with Beverly on Thursday. She was a regular and longtime attendee of the women's meetings. Having a husband, now converted to a slave, they shared much in common.

Sharon and Bobby also finished up the few projects they had ongoing. All of the background work had been completed some months ago and now they focused on the implementation of various policies, techniques and strategies, all of which required teachers and students alike to be in class.

As the school year entered its final week, Sharon could think of little else then wanting to get away from the stresses of her job. Yet she was unsure exactly what to do with her summer. More frequently she found herself unsettled; unsettled about life as well as where her life was going. She couldn't put her finger on the source of the issue but there was an uncertainty nevertheless. She also wanted to go home. She hadn't been home for one of her usual holidays in almost a year and missed seeing family. Although she had seen Deb a few times she had not been around her other siblings or parents in months. The issue wasn't time now so much as it was her slaves. She'd bring them in a heartbeat but she didn't want to offend her folks. Offending Bobby's was fun but she didn't feel the same way about her parents. "Why make them look at her differently? Why get into heavy Mistress/slave conversations when her time with them would be so brief anyway? Why give them cause to worry about one of their children? Why deal with the guilt her brothers would most likely heap on her?" She had too many thoughts, all of which pointed to leaving them home before the week of the Fourth of July.

And then there was the other issue that kept filling her mind. She had no clue how to address it and yet that was probably the cause of all the other stresses she felt. On this, she couldn't even talk to Deb. Mariko was the only one who had the perspective and wisdom to help and so over dinner in late June she set aside time to take Mariko to do some shopping and enjoy quality time alone at a quant mountain getaway town filled with small shops, ample restaurants and made tourists feel like they never wanted to leave and return home.

Their time away was exactly what she needed and Mariko as usual served as the wise sage providing Sharon with wisdom, perspective and advice. Sharon admired her mentor. She was wise beyond her forty two years, an age she only recently discovered. Mariko always created an atmosphere on these occasions in which Sharon felt free to speak and do so without being or feeling judged. Mariko had that way about her. She could be so intimidating at times and yet so loving and thoughtful. On this day she became the mother Sharon needed but she was also more. She was the scheming witch who could see things Sharon had no idea even existed. After Sharon arrived home late that evening she headed to the basement, unlocked the slaves and let them take turns satisfying her before heading off to bed.

"Oh they felt so good," she thought as first slave and then slave girl licked her pussy and ass to perfection. When they were through she let them sleep unsecured for the first time ever on her floor. The decision came on a whim but she felt as if they had finally earned her trust.

"Thank you Mistress," they said almost together.

"Thank you. You have been so obedient lately. I thought you needed a little reward to let you know how much I've appreciated you."

Sharon turned her attention to Jasmine, "Remember the challenge I gave you some time ago, the one I whispered in your ear?"

"Yes Mistress," Jasmine said excitedly.

"Tomorrow night you may go."

"Oh thank you Mistress! Thank you! I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

Bobby listened but had no idea what they were talking about and knew better than to ask. When slave girl finally calmed down Sharon turned to him. "That means I will have you all to myself. Think you can make me come until I'm begging you to stop?"

"Mistress, I would love to please you however you want."

"That's my slave." She patted him gently on the head.

"OK, let's sleep. I'm so tired."