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Marisa at School (magic, spanking, young) Part I
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Marisa at School (I) (tame, char development)
This is a fantasy for adults. If you are underage or don't like this
sort of thing, don't read it!
Not much happens in this chapter, just some character setup. Warning for
future chapters: magic, spanking, sm, pedo, nc. However, the combination
of pedo and nc is probably not what you expect.
I.
Miss Cowperthwaite's School for Girls never knew what hit them.
Marisa had been born to bright and attractive parents, and she had inherited
the best of their genes. Even before her ninth birthday, when her life took
a most unexpected turn, she excelled in school. Her teachers and school
mates respected her intelligence and loved her looks, and they sensed how
active and inventive her imagination was.
While Marisa did allow some of the tamer aspects of her imagination to show,
no one suspected the perversely brilliant range and depth of the fantasies
she kept hidden. Perhaps her parents might be held accountable, because
their library was unusually well stocked with erotica of all sorts. How
could they suspect the attraction Marisa felt to the works of the infamous
Marquis de Sade? Especially when she was so careful to hide her fascination
from everyone.
When Marisa turned nine, she suddenly discovered that she had acquired magic
power, and she could do anything she wanted. You may well ask how such a
thing could happen, since it certainly never happened to you or me. My ans-
wer is that this is a fantasy. I am the author, and in this fantasy it is
my wish that Marisa have magic power. As the reader, you have the choice of
willingly suspending your disbelief or not -- the rest of the story requires
no further indulgence of this kind on your part.
It was toward the end of summer. Marisa's preliminary experiments with her
power were not of great interest, but she soon decided that she needed a
more stimulating arena for her operations than the public grade school.
Many had been the times when schoolmates had referred with fear to the
terrible fate awaiting those less-than-cooperative students whose parents,
running out of patience with complaints from teachers and principals, had
sent them off to Miss Cowperthwaite's. Marisa paid a visit to the school
and determined that the rumors were exaggerated. Discipline was a major
concern of the staff, indeed, but in academic matters, the school was
first rate. Marisa set about getting admitted for the fall term.
Perhaps Marisa's parents felt a little surprised to be driving their
daughter up into the country to Miss Cowperthwaite's -- the school had never
been mentioned in the household before, and they had only Marisa's word that
she had an admission interview scheduled -- but she calmed them down and
soon had them convinced that, not only had they thought of sending Marisa to
Miss Cowperthwaite's, but it was a brilliant idea, and Marisa should be
thankful to them!
As they drove up to the impressive portico, they were greeted by the prin-
cipal, Mr. Barrington-Smythe. He glanced at a thick folder of papers in
his hand, which appeared to be Marisa's admission file, as if he had never
seen it before. He squeezed his eyes shut for just a moment, and then he
shook hands with Marisa and her parents and escorted them into his office.
Oddly enough, the three grown-ups fell asleep in their chairs. Permitting
herself a small smile, Marisa left the office to scout the whole campus
and discover whatever information might be of use to her later. When she
returned to the office later, it was the work of but a moment to convince
the grown-ups that there had been a thorough, favorable admission inter-
view. Mr. Barrington-Smythe assured the others that he was well-satisfied
with Marisa's interview, and that she could consider herself accepted for
the fall term -- on full scholarship, of course! She would have a single
room in the newest dormitory on campus.
As they all left Mr. Barrington-Smythe's office, Marisa looked for a moment
at the eyes of his secretary, Miss Danforth. There seemed to be a glimmer
of mischief in those eyes, Marisa thought; she's worth more investigation
later. And then they met one of the teachers in the hallway.
"Good morning, Purity," said Mr. Barrington-Smythe. "Marisa, Miss Good-
heart will be your English teacher this fall." Miss Goodheart and Mr.
Barrington-Smythe gazed at each other for a moment with a look of great
portent. But then she continued on her way, and Marisa's group continued
back to the front entrance.
"We're proud of our school, and we believe Miss Cowperthwaite would still
be proud of it, too, though she departed this world more than two genera-
tions ago. She saw the importance of disciplined education for young
women, and we've continued to apply her precepts to this day. Marisa,
congratulations on joining our happy community! I look forward to seeing
you in a couple of weeks when the term begins," said Mr. Barrington-Smythe
as he helped her into the car.
"I'm sure I'm looking forward to the term even more than you are, sir,"
she responded, without a trace of irony in her countenance.
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