Chapter 2

Sitting at the edge of the desk, Caesar takes a deep breath. He breaths slowly calming his body and soul as he thinks over the past week. Realizing he is caught in a dangerous game as finally, someone that has sparked his interest. A part of himself long dead has finally begun to awaken once more. In truth, becoming a distant yet personable man had helped bury much of who he once was.

Looking at the women entering the class, he remembers his struggles at their age and younger age. They are fighting against a system that has robbed them of their identity and future. Closing his eyes for the briefest moments, he remembers the pressure of Bibi placing herself across his thigh. He had a hard time realizing why she was different.

What made her unique was that it warmed the icy frost around his heart. She had expressed an interest in him since she was young. Her grandfather was one of the old guards who survived the purge due to shifting loyalties. For their family, she was the first generation not caught up in his family's crimes.

Caesar had wanted so much more for Bibi and all those within the classroom. He was excited about what would happen in the next ten to twenty years as the parents' experience would be from the academy. The darkness that showed in the parents' or grandparents' eyes upon visiting would be different from the lost opportunity.

Before his hostile takeover of his family's estates, the Directors of Enterprises would come and borrow a girl over their sophomore to junior year. Their intense training in the homes of the corrupted prepared the women for what came next in their lives. Even as a teenager, he saw the impact that aged the girls so quickly.

The same darkness that existed in others flourished within himself. That's why he had only hired female teachers from those loyal to him. While he had, on occasion, had to correct them, the services provided in their redemption scared him. He was reminded that he was indeed among his grandfather's line.

For nearly thirty years he has done everything he can to keep his stoic approach to life. He kept the students at arm's length, terrified of who he would become if he allowed the ultimate authority he carried to be wielded in such a way. He knew that the desires of many fell to his feet based on what he represented not only in their lives but globally as well.

Caesar had tried to do everything to save Bibi from her corrupted family. Was her desire for him her own will or careful programming? Her family was notorious for bribing his grandfather with human capital from among their many servants. He had fought his suspicions ever since she showed interest. He steered her to graduating high school and university for the first few years. She was an incredibly bright student and had accomplished so much in her life; the last thing she needed to do was to settle for a monster.

He looked down at the scars across his hands from years of fighting and training for the horrors of life. Years of defending a family legacy he barely understood. The scars of a complex and terrible life of cuts and wounds that went up his arms from battles some less than successfully fought. A flash of memories runs through his mind as he remembers each mark, each death or attack that leads to a scar or experience. As he fights the horrors of his childhood, he turns his hand slowly.

Upon seeing his palm, he smells Bibi's soft lavender perfume as he feels the weight of her naked body being draped across his knee. The warmth of her flesh upon his hand as she whimpered and mewed as he spanked her after her paddling. Something happened in a moment as she laid across his knee, calling him Sir. She was promising she would be good and that she would earn her place to serve him as she surrendered her body to him at that moment. His hand feels the warmth of her flesh as he remembers the way she clenches her cheeks beneath him. The taunt frame of her body awakens him from the nightmares of his youth.

His eyes flutter awake momentarily as he realizes the same perfume enters his presence. The girls have all returned to the classroom as Bibi stands to the side. She is ready to progress in their lesson, as her bare, toned legs appear almost freshly shaven. His eyes scanned her body, he realized that her legs weren't the only thing freshly shaven or waxed as he looked at her with the faintest of smiles.

"How was your week without your skirt or panties?" Caesar asks.

"Embarrassing and rewarding," Bibi's face flushes as she looks down, and there are giggles throughout the classroom.

"Rewarding? I don't think I have heard that before," Caesar says with a smile as he picks up the punishment skirt. A skirt twice as long as the others, made of a rougher material that makes the girls all the more conscious of their behavior.

"Everyone knew you punished me, that I was yours..." Bibi says as a hush falls over the room.

"That you were mine?" Caesar asks with a sharp tone.

"That you punished me, only you are allowed to use implements..." Bibi admits barely above a whisper.

"Ah, yes. Always have to make sure that the discipline issued is done from a safe place. Sometimes every one of us can get upset, and having the discipline happen with implements from someone untouched by the behavior is critical," Caesar says quickly as there is a slew of nodding heads in the rooms that agree, "Now Bibi, stand before me."

Caesar watches as Bibi moves before him, chewing on her lower lip. She almost seems as if she is unsure of the moment as she steps before him. He feels the weight of her hands on his shoulders as he takes the time to lean forward and secure the skirt tightly around her waist. Securing the buttons at the appropriate levels ensures the fabric fits snuggly across her body. As he accomplishes this task, he is leaning forward and hears three words that take his breath away.