It was after some repeated door knocking that I noticed a letter near the main door, with "WHORE", written on the envelope. Still sobbing, I opened it...up, and started reading that lengthy letter. Slut, You are officially mine now. But I am not going to force you. You must accept your new life as my slave, my pet, my toy. I need you to accept the following terms. Your acceptance will earn you the right to enter my house again, or else, you can go back home. If you accept all the terms, write "I. "You are NOT going in there," declared the priestess."But why?" asked Rosa, with a whine in her voice."Goddesses visit the high school every Friday. You can go then." It's not fair!" yelled Rosa, stomping her feet in frustration."It's very fair. What isn't fair is students having their classes interrupted by horny goddesses looking for a piece of ass.The teen started looking for a way around the fifty year old.The priestess unstrapped her dart gun.Bjorn did the same."Look. I've the authority to. So, although she was anxious about the pain she knew she would suffer she also hoped that Miss Summers would cuddle her afterward when she would no doubt be crying. It couldn't happen with the schoolgirls as contact like that was strictly against the rules but Miss Coe hoped the same would not apply given they were both adults without the teacher schoolgirl relationship. Miss Summers had mixed feelings about caning Miss Coe. After all she had secretly reported her to the Governors for her. She is still naked." Sandy saw Clegg's questioning eyebrow. "We have given her clothes but she ignores them. Anyway it's hardly like you to object! It's this way." Sandy gestured off to a side corridor and Clegg followed her.She led the way past a series of small sparsely furnished rooms, the nun's cells Clegg assumed.Clegg passed the door of another room where the sounds of blows and Sister Sarah's exhortations of "Repent!" were punctuated by garbled grunts.At the end of the corridor, Sandy.