Isabellea was standing at the entrace for what looked like an old shoolhouse that had been abandoned a few years ago for one reason or another. She had made a deal with Nathalie to purchase a significant portion of her company but only on the condition that she pass a series of "reform classes" aimed at making her a better person. Of course there was no actual class here. Instead it was a ruse to put Nathalie in her place and show her that it was the 21st century and there was no place for racists in the world.
She stod waiting in a standard pantsuit for a woman. The matching purple button down top and pants to go with the black heels she was wearing as she was growing impatient and about to call off the whole thing since Nathalie was bordering on being late.
Today was the day the blonde woman had been waiting for almost all her life. Most people would say, she had everything but Nathalie was not of that same opinion. While it was true, that she was filthy rich, even she knew that her lifestyle would not be possible with her savings for the rest of her life, unless she would die within the next maybe 10 or such years. Her lifestyle was on the more expensive side of things but what would you expect from the founder and major owner of one of the largest and leading tech companies worldwide? Surely not that she would be living in a tiny apartment with a tiny car she had to drive herself, just to save money. No, she would keep her manor, the limousine and the sports car and the other cars along with her chauffeur and other employees. Nathalie had to agree that her maid was doing a really good job, despite being of a lower race, with her dark skin and all. None of those she had in her employ was of her own superior, white, race, and all of them was receiving barely more than the legally required payment, her chauffeur aside. Her name was Ania Pasternak though she was only called Ania. Nathalie actually did not know a lot about the younger woman, the fact she had immigrated from Poland aside.
All that aside, yes indeed this was the day, the day she had been working for since Highschool. It had been a long plan, very long in the making and she knew most people would never even consider doing something like this. Short sighted people, only having short term gains on their mind but she had been planning her early retirement since back ten. Te result had been all the work including her own company and ruling over it like a harpy. Nathalie had no illusion, she was not liked in her own company but nobody could do something about it. At the worst times, she had only owned 70% of the shares, right now the numbers were at 83%, nobody could touch her. What was the end goal though? Selling it all in 1 huge piece. That would net her a huge chunk of money while getting rid of all the responsibilities tied to the company. And a week ago someone had finally offered her exactly that. Sadly the creature had the audacity to include a ridiculous clause into the contract. Some nonsense about Nathalie having to go trough some kind of sensibility-course or something like that. Surely it was connected to her rules about who could be hired for what in her company. Naturally, by law, she was forced to accept everyone, regardless of their heritage. But she had found loopholes to ensure which kind of jobs could be assigned based on certain criteria. Of course, she had not been so dumb as making rules like "if you look like you come from Asia" or the likes, no together with a group of like minded lawyers everything was perfectly legal.
Somehow, even with having everything going by the law, it was pissing off people. In another world, the blonde would have bought up Isabella's company but it neither did fit her own companies profile nor was it financially possible. It was incredible, that dark skinned dog was offering double the money the shares were worth on the free market! In exchange, Nathalie would have to endure a week of farce called "reform classes". Nathalie checked her watch for maybe the 11th time now, only minutes to go. She had ordered Ania to wait out of sight of the address given to her for the start of this idiotic week. When they now started the motor they would be just on time, let that bitch boil and think Nathalie was not coming. She would have to learn who the superior person was, and that one clearly was looking as if she had been brought into the country to work on the cotton fields like Isabella's ancestors surely had. The rich CEO gave Ania a sign and shortly after, the limousine was stopping in front of a building that did remind her of a school. "Reform class... in a school... very funny." she thought to herself. Once the car had properly stopped, Ania left her place and walked around the limousine to open the door for her boss. Nathalia, in no rush at all, climbed out of the car, of course with a helping hand from her chauffeur, and straightened her clothes. Isabella was already waiting in front of the door, clearly not amused that Nathalie had been just on time. "She was thinking she was in control with her silly plan. But you do not mess with Nathalie Niskanen. I did build the company from nothing and in a time-span of a few years. I will crush you in this week, or was it 2 weeks? Whatever, I will get out of this with triple the money, not just double." Nathalie thought as she walked the distance from the car towards Isabella, a well trained smile on her face. "It's so good to finally see you again. How long has it been, a Month? To me it feels that long at least." the blonde said cheerfully, extending her hand. While she found creatures like Isabella disgusting and not worth her time, she knew how to play along to get what she wanted. And in this case, there was more money than she would ever need on the table.
Isabella knew this was a power play from Nathalie. Making her wait until the last minute and then showing up perfectly on time and it was a move she fully expected but she was none the less annoyed by it. She pretended to try and she wasnt annoyed as Nathalie pulled up in her limo never one afraid to show off her wealth. Isabellea hid his displeasure as Nathalie approached and extended her hand. (Its never been long enough for me dealing with your racist ass but youre due to get yours starting today) "I think it has. And prior t that it had been since high school back in the day." She smiled and took her hand shaking it.
"So, are you read for your first day of classes? If so then by all means follow me." Isabella smirked and walked over to the door opening it and walking inside. Her own heels clicking along the tiled floor of the abandoned school as the pair walked through the halls and into a nearby classroom. "Go ahead and have a seat and we will go over the ground rules. I promise it wont take long and then we can begin your classes."
Isabella seemingly caught her guest a bit off guard as she added "And prior to that it had been since high school back in the day.". The blonde pulled her hand slowly away from the darker skinned hand after they had finished shaking them. "High School? What is she talking about?" she wondered to herself, not interrupting the other or stopping her.
"I did have had more than enough classes in my life. I could really go without any more but life clearly does not want to play the same game I do." she replied as she followed Isabella inside the building. It was in good shape but clearly not fully taken care of for at least a couple months, maybe more. With windows and doors closed, she guessed, dust just settled down and nothing new collected. She could spot where people had passed through earlier, as if someone had inspected each room and maybe transported things through the empty place.
Nevertheless, right now she seemed very much alone with this abomination called Isabella, an abomination that would bring her fortune and a life without worries. "Just play along Nathalie, just play along. Time is your friend." The tall blonde looked around the room. There was nothing spectacular or really unexpected. The tables and chairs were almost entirely removed, by the looks of it for some as long as the building itself was empty. Not everything had been taken away and she sat down in the next chair behind a table. The surface was made from wood and many students must have had sat on this one, leaving behind marks in the surface, short messages, names and symbols, signs of all the lives this table had touched, in a way. "I am ready if you are. I am not expecting anything complicated though." was her answer, leaving out some additional comments how she was thinking about people of color and their mental capabilities. In no way she would destroy this chance for a comfortable life and spouting truths at this idiots face could end them far to quickly.
Isabella scoffed at the fact that despite all these years it was cleat Nathalie still looked down on her. Nevertheless by the end of this week Nathalie would surely be singing a much, much different tune. "Oh, one thing before we proceed. While you're here there is a dress code requirement that must be fulfilled." She said handing her what would be her uniform for the next week. Consisting of a white top that was, a pink bow and a matching pink skirt.
"If you could go ahead and put that on right now it would be appreciated then we can head into the classroom and you will meet the rest of my team what will be assisting me with your classes for the week." She said with a cheeky smile. If she was going to have complete control over this racist woman for a week then she was sure to make the most of it not wanting to give her any kind of dignity. Today the uniform would start and then it would be "altered" slightly every day this week until by the end of the week she was completely nude aside form any "items" Isabella placed on her
"A dress-code? What nonsense?" the blonde replied as she took the package. She could not clearly determine what this 'uniform' might be but could make out some details which gave her a hunch. The skirt on the bottom was a strong sign though the top was covered up by white socks and simple white tennis shoes. Those shoes did throw her off but if her guess that these things might be a white and pink school uniform and they simply had not found more fitting shoes.
Nathalie let out a sigh "Just give me a moment" was her answer as she walked away to the door on the other side of the hallway. "I guess we can at least agree on some privacy for this?" she asked but was not waiting for any reply, opening the door and vanishing into the other room. In there, the CEO took a few moments to switch out of her business clothes down to her underwear and into the uniform. It was a surprisingly well fitting set though it surely was quite easy to actually either guess her sizes or find someone who might spill the beans in exchange for some money or a favor. "I have to remember to sue some people and change the laundry service." Nathalie made a mental note while she left, her clothes neatly folded on the last table in the room.
Stopping in front of Isabella, she looked into those dark brown eyes of that creature in front of her. "Are you satisfied now?" The blonde woman raised an eyebrow, the uniform was sitting as perfectly as humanly possible. Nathalie was not giving any opening even with something that she considered a bad joke.
Isabella chuckled at Nathalies response. {Dont worry bitch. A dress-code is the least of your concerns. Wait till you get in the classroom} She thought to herself as she waited for Nathalie to re-emerge from the unoccupied room. "Am I satisfied? Hardly. But, its a start." She said. "Come along." She turned on her heels and walked away before entering the actual classroom which was empty save for one student desk, a teacher desk, and an old fashioned blackboard complete with white chalk and fresh erasers.
Val & Violet were sitting on the teachers desk waiting for Isabella and Nathalie wearing matching outfits. The top was a sheer lace long sleeved crop top that did little to hide the black bras they wore underneath, while the skirts were also black stopping at about mid thigh. "We've been waiting for you Nathalie." Violet said as she stood up from the desk holding a wooden paddle with holes drilled into it.
"We're so glad you came." Said Val as she stood up holding a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag.
The twins walked up to the blonde white woman and put one hand each on her lower back. "We're going to have so much fun." Violet said as she and her sister lead Nathalie to the front of the classroom.
Isabella then walked forward behind the three of them and up to the board where she picked up the chalk and handed it to Nathalie. "We're going to start by having you write lines on the blackboard. Youre going to write the following phrase 'Im a racist bitch.' until you fill the board. If you refuse, well lets just say those instruments the twins have wont just be for show anymore, the same will be true if you stop before the board is filled for ANY reason. And I do mean any reason at all." She said smirking
"Am I satisfied? Hardly. But, its a start." was the respond to the blonde. "You were the one picking the outfit, not my fault if you are not satisfied." she thought but kept her mouth shut and followed. The distance was really short, literally on the other side of the hallway. The door was not at the exact opposite position, but what difference were 2 steps more or less? The classroom was as empty as everything else but at least the furniture that seemingly was to be used was new. That did include not only the blackboard that had been replaced but also the large desk for the teacher as well as a simple desk for her as a student. It was obvious this was not a real students desk and chair, but on a quick glance could be mistaken for them. Most importantly it was of a proper size, somehow schools always seemed to have slightly to small equipment for students, or Nathalie had always been just to far above average in height.
What actually surprised her were the 2 assistants sitting on the teachers desk. Both were sexy, in a lowly creature kind of way, and looked almost alike. Nathalie had to guess that they were sisters, maybe even twins. Not identical twins but so close that them having the same parents was very obvious. One of them had black hair, the other a rather dark brown and Nathalie would not wonder if one of them had actually died her hair. Which one, she could not say, the color looked natural on both. The black haired one seemed to have maybe a few more genes from one of their parents, who must have been Asian, just a bit but just enough to give her slightly different facial structure. But having such creatures as teachers was one thing, dressing them up in these ridiculous jokes of a proper teachers outfit was even worse.
It was only when they stood up that she became aware of the things they were holding in their hands. Actual paddles for corporal punishment! Or cleaning a carpet but they did not look like the sort used for those and Nathalie was definitely not seeing herself as one. "Well, I did neither wait for any of you nor am I happy to be here." she replied while a shiver ran through her body. Feeling their dirty hands touching her was making her almost throw up but she could hold herself back well enough. The blonde watched the dark skinned beauty, taking the chalk from her. "You are better joking. You can not do any of that to me or force me to write such nonsense!" Even though she said that, she was not really sure. Isabella had made her sign a lot of paperwork and she had not read everything. Who knew what legal loopholes she had used in them.
"TSK TSK TSK." Isabella shook her head at Nathalies refusal "I do recall warning you of the consequences should you refuse Nathalie." Isabella said as she nodded to the other two girls.
Violet walked over and handed the paddle to Isabella before she and Violet each grabbed one of Nathalies arms and forced her down over the large teachers desk. Each one of them holding one of her arms fully extended away from her body with one hand and having the other placed between her shoulder blades to keep her held down while Isabella walked across the hardwood floor, her heels clicking loudly and ominously as she approached twirling the paddle in her hand like a baton of some sort.
Once she was directly behind Nathalie she placed the paddle on the desk next to the blonde white womans head and lifted the back of her skirt and yanked down the panties she was wearing. "Now then Nathalie. I did warn you what would happen if you refused. I hope you dont have anything important to do that requires you sitting down comfortably for a couple of days." Isabella said as she picked up the paddle and aligned it with Nathalies exposed buttocks before pulling back and swiftly delivering a blow to her bottom *THWACK!* Isabella smiled rather enjoying the satisfying sound that had made against Nathalies ass. *THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!* Three more blows in very quick succession"I was actually quite hoping you would refuse so I had an excuse to paddle your racist backside."
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