Root Rot Academy: Term 2 by Watson Rhea

Author:Watson, Rhea
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-24T16:00:00+00:00

17

Jack

“Welcome to Fort Dàn, little one.”

As per the terms set at our meeting this past Thursday, the use of a chosen nickname indicated the start of a scene. Two short days ago, Alecto had strolled into my office during her lunch hour for what was supposed to be a review of her first six months at Root Rot Academy; I had them scheduled for all staff now that the new year had begun, which meant no one batted an eye at our hour-long conversation behind a closed door.

No one but Iris, of course, but she had nothing concrete to pin on either of us—so there.

In said meeting, we had discussed her professional performance at the academy, but that had taken roughly ten minutes total. My new submissive was an exceptional educator. She attacked her job with vigor and was well liked by students. No formal complaints from her coworkers. No professional infractions. Never missed a staff meeting. Embraced my rehabilitation philosophy. Volunteered here and there to take on added responsibility. Huge success with the Samhain ball—despite how it ended.

My girl was leaps and bounds ahead of many of my new hires. Such an impressive creature, Alecto Clarke.

Her evaluation was but a drop in the ocean that day. For the rest of the hour, we discussed formalizing our kink relationship, for I couldn’t carry on as we had lately. While scenes themselves were about letting go, it needed to be structured and regimented beforehand so no one got hurt—physically or emotionally. Soft and hard limits had been discussed and defined, then noted and categorized. We had considered appropriate levels of undress and set each of our safewords in stone.

Then there were the nicknames.

I had chosen little one for her—which, all things considered, was the sweetest, softest title I had ever given a submissive. Alecto in turn settled on Sir, something safe and easy, and agreed to refer to me as Headmaster elsewhere, then by my first name during aftercare.

As soon as she heard her new name now, she practically sprinted for me, soaked to the bone and legs splashed with mud. The skies had shattered some twenty minutes back, turning a grey, miserable January morning into a bleak, dark, wet affair. These were the stormy months, after all, and the rain came with a chill that never really lifted until late spring. While I had studied everything about this morning in excessive detail last night, from the predicted hour rain would fall to the temperature changes, even the anticipated wind speeds, Alecto appeared to have been caught off guard.

I had brought an umbrella large enough to fit half the student body.

She looked like she had crawled out of the loch to my right, soaked and shivering.

As soon as she stumbled under its reach, I dragged her close and tucked her trembling figure under my arm, using my body heat to warm her—for now. A simple drying charm would see to us both inside the fort…

Not that she would be in her running gear long enough to relish the cozy, fresh-out-the-dryer feel.

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