The teacher

Postby lasse672000 » Tue May 29, 2012 3:14 am

Julia came home from school, and found the living-room full of people.
“Julia, dearest,” her mother chimed, “these are the people I’ve been telling you about!” When she saw that her daughter didn’t understand what she was talking about, she went on: “You know; the ones who are going to take you on the JOURNEY OF YOUR LIFETIME! I’ve been on it, and so has you father, bless him! That’s actually how we met, you know.” she told them, lovingly looking at the picture of her dear, departed husband, which hung on a prominent place over the mantle-piece. “Who knows, maybe you will find your one, true love, as I did!”
‘I very much doubt that’ Julia thought, as she looked at the guests, who were all dressed in black. They looked like a bunch of undertakers on their way home from a convention.

An elderly lady, dressed as all the other women, in a black, high-necked velvet dress, approached her, holding a piece of rope in her hands. “You know you can say ‘no’ to this up until the moment I tie the knot on this rope. After that, you’re ours for the next month or so.” she said, in a dry, creaky voice.
Julia shrugged: “Well, school’s out for the summer, and I’ve got nothing planned. So yes, I guess I am.”
“Good,” the old lady said. “Now, put your hands behind your back, and I’ll prepare you for your journey.” She tied Julia’s hands snugly behind her back, and then led her out to a van, waiting outside. She helped Julia get in to it, and told her to sit in one of the back-seats. She tied her feet together, and fastened the seat-belt. Now Julia’s hands were trapped, rather uncomfortably, between the back of the seat and her body. Finally, she gagged and blindfolded Julia, before going back into the house, leaving her to wander what would happen next.

Eventually, she heard the doors of the van opening and it drove away. She almost started crying when it hit her; she wasn’t going to see neither her mother, nor her home, for God knew how long. But, at the same time, she was too excited to cry. So she let out one, solitary sob, and then concentrated on what lay ahead.

When the van stopped, and the doors opened, her feet were released and she was guided out and into a house of some sort. She was told to keep on walking, but was finally stopped. When the blindfold was taken off, she saw she was in a small, cell-like room, furnished with only a narrow bed and a small chest. The old lady, who had walked behind Julia the whole time, took a black leotard and a pair of black, thick pantyhose from the chest, and put them on the bed. Then, she untied the girl, saying: “As soon as you put those on, your life here will begin!” Hesitantly, Julia did as the woman said. As she handcuffed Julia’s hands in front of her, the old lady said: “My name is Sandra, but you will call me “miss”. I will take care of you while you’re here, and I will teach you, to the best of my dwindling ability, some of the things you will need to know in the future. Most of it you should already know, because your mother ought to have been an excellent teacher, I gather. I should know; I was the one who taught her everything she knows!
As long as you do as you are told, it will be an easy stay here.”

And it was. That doesn’t mean Julia had to work hard, because she really did, but as she had no trouble learning new things, she almost always got it right the first time. The hardest thing she had to learn was the right way to walk. The teaching method was, she had her knees tied tightly together, and a book was placed on her head. Then she had to walk up and down a corridor, over and over again, until she could walk the distance, without dropping it. When she had mastered it once, another book was placed on top of the first one, and she had to do it all over again, and so on. Another thing she learned pretty quickly was the art of doing all sorts of things, while having her hands tied together, either in front of her, or behind her back. She had no trouble doing things, while she could see her hands. It was another thing all together, when she couldn’t. Well, it would be, wouldn’t it? She even learned how to untie a knot, while having her hands tied behind her back. “This is only for emergency situations, and not to be done for fun! Do you understand, young lady?” Sandra sternly said, as if she could read Julia’s mind.
“Yes, miss!” Julia humbly said.

While her days were filled with lessons, her nights were all the more fun. She could sit and gossip with the other girls living there (there were 20 of them, all together), or she could sit quietly and read a book for hours. She soon forgot, she had her hands and knees tied together at all times.

Three weeks later, Sandra said: “Now, you have no more to learn from us! Tomorrow, you will go back home!”
“Oh, no! Do I really have to?” Julia exclaimed, the panic showing clearly in her voice. “I’ve had such a wonderful time here. I don’t want to go!”
“There, there,” Sandra comfortingly said. “You can always come back, whenever you want to. Your mother knows how to contact us.”
That night, when she lay tied to her bed and blindfolded, she cried herself to sleep.

The following afternoon, Sandra blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back, put her in the car, and put the seat-belt on her. The journey home seemed to be much longer than the one, taking her away from her home.
Julia spent the rest of the summer vacations almost always tied up and gagged; one way or another. The one constant thing was her being tied to her bed every night. She swore, she’d never forget what she had learned, and that one day, she’d go back and visit Sandra.
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