Marie's diary, Saturday, August 5:

It has been a long week. The headmaster's away, AGAIN. Ted has been rather cranky all week, and, believe it or not, says he's too irritated to be near me. He swears it's nothing to do with me, but one can't help wondering, you know? The students, for reasons beyond my comprehension, are actually doing their assignments properly and turning them in on time. And they've all gone off for the weekend to the boys' school across the lake, so I can't cane any of them.

I am not amused.

I have nearly worn out that page from Ted's diary that Widget found. Bless her heart. I do believe she's still walking a bit stiffly after Ted caught her, tied her to a tree, and gave her a good thrashing. Doesn't have much of a sense of humor at times, does he?

Anyway. If the rest of his diary is anything like the page I have, it must be permanently radiating steam. His descriptions of the things he wants to do to me? Let's just say they're rather eye-opening, even for me. That boy has quite the imagination. I'm not sure a few of the things he suggests are logistically feasible, though he does appear to be rather flexible, which helps.

It's been a bit hard for me to learn to submit to anyone. I honestly didn't think I could do it, at least not for more than a few days. But any time I have doubts, I think about how it makes me feel when he's happy with me, and I just melt.

Doesn't mean I don't enjoy vexing him on occasion. Even if it means a reddened, tingly ass for a few days.