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After dealings - 1
🕑 Added 2023-02-14 16:38:22 +0000 UTCby Groblek
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(This tale is a serialized continuation of the first Maidens' Deal story (https://www.patreon.com/posts/lessons-in-tale-65521722) we will ideally have one chapter out per month until its complete! The individual chapters will be Patreon exclusive, but the final complete tale will be up for everybody, hope you all enjoy the slow unrevealing of the plot! ^^)
Chapter 1: Some months ago…
Walking down the second floor hallway of the college’s main building, Wendy saw that Miss Berrycloth hadn’t properly closed the door of her office. The pale nerdy blonde girl couldn’t resist stopping near the door, holding her text book against her chest as she listened closely. That way, she could hear just what was important enough to make the stiff-as-nails Miss Berrycloth end her last class of the morning early to have a talk with one of her students’ parents. The parent was probably the reason Wendy was so curious about the conversation, because it wasn't just any random parent, but Chloe Chavez’s stepmom. Raven haired shortstack latina dom-wife Katherine Chavez was the last person Wendy had expected to see showing any interest in her stepdaughter's education. If Wendy stood in just the right place, she could even get a glimpse at Mrs. Chavez, sat in the chair in front of Miss Berrycloth’s desk with her legs firmly crossed.
Mrs. Chavez raised her voice, her uppity tone and Spanish accent were unmistakable, Wendy knew she was from Andalucia. The nerd leaned to get a better glance at the stepmom, she seemed upset, furious even, looking at her made Wendy blush softly. Mrs. Chavez's anger didn’t only make her look hotter, but it made it easier to hear what she was saying. “That’s the thing that bothers me the most. Chloe showed me the syllabus with your planned subjects and your approach to sex-ed has the girls learning about things that are better left for their families to teach, if they need to learn them at all!”
Following that declaration Wendy heard Miss Berrycloth’s loud sigh, the teacher responded to the stepmom in the firm, caring tone she used in the classroom… which probably pissed off the stepmom even more, something Wendy wasn’t sure was accidental or intentional. “While I disagree with your premise that parents should have full control over what their children learn at any level, that argument is completely moot by the time they get to one of my classes. All of my students are adults, and while your daughter may still live with you, you no longer have any say over what she should or shouldn’t learn, in large part because she chose my courses of her own volition. This is not kindergarten, Mrs. Chavez, and Chloe is not a baby.”
Wendy saw Mrs. Chavez flinch at that, then stand up, leaning forward out of Wendy’s field of view. Her voice rose to a volume that probably carried all the way down the hall as she shouted at Miss Berrycloth.
“How dare you! What you’re teaching them should be outlawed! I don’t care how old they are, no one needs to know that pornographic rubbish!”
Wendy wasn’t at all surprised when Miss Berrycloth didn’t raise her voice at all as she answered Mrs. Chavez’s outburst, she couldn’t recall ever having seen the teacher lose her cool.
“What is it exactly that you’re that you are objecting to, Mrs. Chavez? I firmly believe that every young woman should have a thorough understanding of how her body works, and should know that there’s nothing to be ashamed of about anything. It does no one any favours for them, or for society at large, to go through life without knowing the mechanics of sex or pregnancy. Most people will have sex one way or another, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise because some parents with… questionable views think that ignorance will keep their precious daughters pure.”
Mrs. Chavez raised her arms. “Fine! Fine, teach them about sex or whatever, that’s not the peligro, you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about! The private lecture only for women, that’s where you get into clearly dangerous territory!”
Miss Berrycloth’s voice took on a tone Wendy was quite familiar with, the one that invited the questioner to put their ignorance on full display, in class she often used it with Chloe and that thought forced her to stop due to giggling. “Why so? That’s where we dispel the most absurd myths about our bodies. I’m afraid you’re going to have to tell me just what you object to there.”
Mrs. Chavez paused, Wendy could see her leaning even closer to the teacher. Her whisper was barely audible, but in the abrupt silence Wendy was able to catch the pair of mumbled words.
“… Maiden’s Deals…”
Miss Berrycloth’s voice took on the subtle mocking emphasis that any of her students would have recognized as a sign that they’d said something truly dumb.
“So you want to keep them ignorant of the mechanics and dangers of vaginal fusions? Do you really prefer that they keep making jokes about the subject until an irreversible accident happens? Did you know that one out of every hundred women under thirty have an older friend, relative, acquaintance or even a former stranger permanently in their panties because no one told them that even just a joke can seal a Deal?” Miss Berrycloth chuckled. “Perhaps you don’t want her to know because you are hoping someone you don’t like forever disappears in your daughter’s crotch?”
Wendy caught a blushing outburst across Mrs. Chavez’s face when the teacher’s remarks made her recoil, but it was quickly replaced by a mask of self righteous anger.
“Of course I don’t! How dare you even suggest s-something so absurd! The issue here is that if you tell them how it works, they’re going to get curious, experiment with it! How many mature ladies have ended up trapped as vaginas because you’re obsessed with letting the girls know that Maiden’s Deals aren’t just stories? Uh?!”
Miss Berrycloth snorted. “The only way a mature lady becomes a vagina by mistake is if we keep everyone ignorant of what their words mean. If the public at large properly knew how Maiden’s Deals function, accidents would be reduced and only the women who truly want to become vulvas would do so.”
Mrs. Chavez sat back and folded her arms. “You know what? I think you’re just acting out your own obsessions here. You teach them about Deals because deep down you know you’re nothing but a vagina with legs and you’re hoping that one of your students will put you in your place someday.”
Wendy choked and hoped the women in the room didn’t hear her. The stepmom’s snarky comment touched some of her most buried fantasies about her teacher too closely for her comfort. When Miss Berrycloth responded there was a shade of anger in her words, Mrs. Chavez’s words had touched a nerve with her too.
“Well, I think that you’re only objecting because you’re worried that your daughter will come home and make you into her twat. How long would it take to wear you down, a couple of minutes? Five at best?”
Wendy almost missed the stunned expression of lewd embarrassment on Mrs. Chavez’s face. From that moment she never looked at her classmate’s stepmother in quite the same way.
“What?! I would never-!” the stepmom babbled, struggling to find the words.
Miss Berrycloth continued, now transparently amused. “Never what? Never agree to slide between a woman’s legs and comfortably become her vagina? I’ve seen your type before, all bluster to cover up their own deep desires, I know it very well. I bet that if I were young enough I could have you in my panties before my next class started. Hmph… Tell me, Katherine, do you touch yourself thinking about becoming your step-daughter’s cunt?”
This time, the blush on Mrs. Chavez’s face stayed there, radiantly, and Wendy suddenly knew that her nightly kinky fantasies would have a new main star.
“I-I… Y-You… Don’t…!” trembled Mrs. Chavez.
Miss Berrycloth continued the attack, very satisfied with herself. “Of the two of us, it’s very clear who’s the proper human and who’s a walking vagina. Now, do you have any other complaints, Mrs. Chavez? Because if not, I have classes to prepare to make sure young women don’t accidentally end up with vaginas like you as their crotch lips.”
Mrs. Chavez stood up stiffly, glowing with anger and embarrassment.
“This…! This isn’t the last you’ll hear from me about this, Miss Berrycloth!” she shouted as she opened the office door.
Wendy quickly raised her textbook and put her back against the wall in a very poor attempt to look like she was busy reading.
“It certainly is for today. If you are still concerned about my teaching methods I invite you to volunteer to assist me in class when we reach that topic, Mrs. Chavez. I’d be happy to arrange a live demonstration of the subject if you are willing to help.” said Miss Berrycloth as a goodbye.
Leaving the door of the office open Mrs. Chavez ran down the hallway and down the stairs, barely noticing the nerdy girl and faster than Wendy had seen any student late for class move. There was little the blonde nerd could do not to burst out laughing, but her smile froze when Miss Berrycloth spoke to her directly, despite still being in her office and sitting behind her desk.
“Wendy, I thought you were aware that it’s rude to snoop on other people's conversations.”
Slowly and sheepishly Wendy leaned towards the door, revealing her presence to Miss Berrycloth’s stern expression.
“I wasn’t, I swear! I just happened to be studying!”
Miss Berrycloth didn't even have to raise her eyes from the tests she had begun to score.
“You’re holding your textbook upside down.”
“Uh? Oh…!” Wendy quickly turned the book she was holding right-side up. “I… Um… I promise not to…” she was cut off by a curt shake of Miss Berrycloth’s head.
“The only promise I want out of you, young lady, is that you will not try to make a Maiden’s Deal until I properly teach you about the matter.”
Just like Mrs. Chavez a few moments ago, Wendy was left shocked by her teacher’s bare petition. She looked frantically up and down the hallway, relieved to see that no one else was within earshot.
“I don’t know what you mean, Miss Berrycloth.” she lied, trying to regain her composure.
To Wendy’s surprise, Miss Berrycloth smiled at her.
“Don’t worry, I’m not admonishing you, but a Deal is a lifetime commitment, something too serious and too… degrading, at least for one of the parts, to just do in a moment of passion. So please, wait to be properly informed before you do something reckless. Can you do that for me?”
Wendy was hanging from the doorframe, her lips slightly open as she stared at her teacher, the mature redhead Miss Berrycloth, wearing her half-moon glasses, softly smiling at her. For an instant the nerdy young woman seriously considered getting down on her knees and begging, imploring her teacher to close a deal with her right there and then so they could become one.
But she was too much of a coward for that.
So she just nodded and mumbled.
“I will, Miss Berrycloth, I promise…”
Miss Berrycloth nodded in return, satisfied, and focused her attention back onto her work.
“Now leave, go do some actual studying instead of being a gossipmonger!”
Wendy nodded one last time and left, walking unhurriedly, hugging her text book against her chest, an overflow of disparate thoughts crossing her mind… a pleasant warmth heating the base of her belly…
