“I am Helen Krieger, and I run this Academy. The plane ride was unexceptional, and the drive from the airport in Salzburg was a tad bumpy. I felt myself getting wet in spite of myself. “Where is my room?”
Her eyebrow rose at the question. Her tongue dove deep into my slit, moving in slow circles, and I felt my breath come faster. My fears were justified, I soon discovered. When Miss Krieger finally released me, I was beyond all thought or reason. A rather intimidating woman awaited me. In the morning I packed my things and Daddy had our driver take me to the airport. “Very good, Miss Gringsworth. With my arms pulled down tight, I could scarcely raise my head enough to look into her eyes. She laid into me with renewed fervor, whipping my poor bottom until it felt like my skin had been flayed off with a knife.
