The demon waited as his pet bent over his lap presenting her bare ass to him. He waited patiently while she answered his second question. As she finished answering it was but a mere second before the first stinging slap fell. Alternating target areas, it wass quickly followed by open-fingered strikes to her backside. Her rear although exceptionally tight and fit still managed to jiggle at the force of the blows. When he reached ten the lesson was over.

You will obey, I hope you understand your master doesn't like punishing you but rules must be obeyed. The demon obviously lied, but it was a sentiment even her clouded mind could associate with. Now get dressed. We have a visit to the basements to make. I wish you to handle this retraining personally, while I watch. Be ready for suggestions, and be sure not to hesitate...

"Ahhh!" stinging pain rained down upon her nude form. Tentacles whipped against her fair skin while Slimer's open palm smacked her ass. Vera kept her balance, squeaking and crying out in pain and shock as her punishment continued. The punishment was brief, ending by the tenth strike. Red marks could be seen on over her body but nowhere where any one would notice while in uniform.

Vera stood back up and immediately went into the other room to change. She did not keep her Master waiting long before she returned. Her uniform hugged her figure perfectly and was well kept. Her sash hung loosely around her waist. The only difference was her hair was much shorter now. "This way Master," she called as she made her way to leave her suite and head back down to ground floor. Vera assumed Slimer would follow her one way or another, ensuring he is not spotted by any other students.

She entered the basement where she first encountered the vile demon. The Head Girl showed no difficulty navigating the dimly lit concrete hallways. Vera pulled out a key to unlocked one of the many number rooms down in this labyrinth. Much like most of the rooms down here, it was barely illuminated at all. A single bulb provided a spotlight in the middle for the student to enter while the shadows concealed the numerous toys and devices that may be used to correct a student.

"Are you here, Master?" she called out, uncertain if Slimer was invisible or not, "She will be arriving here soon assuming she is not late or ignored my call."

The smiled as Vera returned. Her beautiful form caressed by the schools tight uniform. She beckoned him to follow his new title came from her lips a little less forced. He vanished from sight and accompanied her to the basement. As she unlocked one of the multitude of doors he slipped inside behind her and they proceeded to wait on the last arrival.

Vera had proven to be galling to say the least. Not only had his plan to use her magic to find a shortcut to his long term goal failed, her waspish tongue took no hesitation to stinging repeatedly reminding him of his ineptitude. More troublesome was her denial in need of anything from the demon, while pointing out his own during their fornication. Worst of all other than temporary physical pain from minor tortures, or forcing himself on her his sense of revenge was hard to fulfill. Her iron will, and multitude of experiences made her a legendary challenge that only his chemicals allowed himself a fair chance to compete against.

This final chapter was more for his edification than anything. He was hoping for tricks that one day he may even use to break the unbreakable headmistress, turning her into the source of her own destruction, although he was beginning to think that it was a fools-errand to even think that goal possible without breaking two or more of the rules allowing the demon to remain on Shokushu, but alas he hoped. Time would tell. In either case at least he had the rest of the evening to enjoy the headmistress practicing her cruel arts.

Despite Earth's situation involving the numerous alien species out there, Vera was not one to just submit to the island's guests. Even if the position was one of that of serving directly under a Headmaster for all his or her need, she would do all she could to make the position of Head Girl one that is worthy of respect. In her many dealings with demons, aliens, and monsters; the Head Girl realized that these powerful creatures were flawed much like any other being. Unfortunately, they never seemed to like it when such flaws were pointed out or taken advantage of.

Now, Vera had to pay the price for her passive resistance and refusal to accept blame that was forced upon her. She was completely under Slimer's will. She saw him as her master and she would obey any command given to her. The Head Girl was shown her place by force as she waited patiently for the student to arrive for her appointment down in the basement. She had no clue what Slimer was intending beyond watching her. But, she was allowed to do her duties so she shall do them until told otherwise.

There was a knock at the door which Vera called for the student to enter in response. The student was a petite little girl with short brown hair. The girl looked rather shy and extremely nervous as she looked about the dark room. There was only a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling for illumination, providing on a small ring of light in the center of the room. "Please come in, Ms..." Without any concern for the invisible monster lurking nearby, Vera began with the formalities. She had the student state her reasons for why she might be here before listing off the woman's violations. She proceeded to explain that while they were minor violations by themselves, they have accumulated to a point that correction was required.

Vera's voice was calm and collected at all times. It was the same tone she always seemed to have that annoyed Slimer so much during their arguing. Once the student was able to recite her violations, the correction finally began. The correction was for two things. One, to help keep order in the school. Vera made it quite clear that those who go against the rules will be corrected until they learn their proper place. Despite the purpose of this place, she still worked on ensuring every student excelled in whatever path they choose to follow. The other thing was of course some one on one training for the student to properly behave and obey those in authority, essentially training them to serve another as their future will most likely require.

With this being about tardiness and uniform violations, Vera simply had the student remove her uniform. Any hesitation or complaints would quickly change Vera to a sterner tone as she would increase the duration and intensity of the punishment. She had the woman stand in the nude in the middle of the dimly lit room. The Head Girl would move into the shadows, masking what she was doing or preparing for the young woman.

She ordered the woman to lift both arms above her head, crossing them at the wrist. Compliance meant there would be no need for shackles or additional bondage. But any break in posture would lead to ropes and chains doing the job instead. Once in the proper stance, Vera would blindfold the student and begin tracing a long feather along the curves of the woman's petite form. Vera knew how to please and harm the female form rather well. The tip of the feather teased just at the edges of the woman's soft areolae as she gradually started to get things burning inside the student's body.

Vera was slow, methodic in her work. The feather kept going unless the woman attempted to move away which led to bondage or harsh and direct punishment in the form of buckets of cold water or worse. But this timid girl was mostly obedient if out of fear if nothing else. Vera would even give small praise for long durations of obedience, reminding the woman that having this much discipline when wearing her uniform and showing up to class would have avoided all of this. She had the girl recite her mistakes and how she would correct them herself. The feather would tease further, stimulating the poor girl as a reward only to stop if a mistake was made in which Vera would verbally correct the woman and have her start over.

The punishment lasted for over an hour. The tip was now soaking wet with the girl's juices as it slowly traced up and down the woman's tight slit. The girl continued to recite her mistakes as she quickly learned that begging did nothing but prolong her erotic suffering. Vera began to ever so slowly, push the feather into the woman's juicy depths. Those hips began to jolt as the threads of the feather tickled her most tender of places. Eventually, the girl broke and slumped to her knees as she let out a blissful wail of desire. Juices squirt from her folds and onto the floor as she sobbed between moans of passion. Tears ran of embarassment ran down her cheeks as her arms still hung loosely above her head.

A quivering mess. Had she been properly humiliated, trained, or even broken? In the end the demon did not think it mattered as the "punishment" seemed to achieve the desired outcome. The girl was obedient and humiliated, and odds are going forward, unless she desired further treatments, she would follow the school codes and rules.

The most amazing thing of the whole process was not the sheer patience the Head Girl had shown, but that she achieved her goals partially through the students own cooperation and with nothing more than a feather. Was it an unconscious comment on his brute force tactics versus simple skill? The demon didn't have a true answer.

What he did know was that Vera had given the answer he was seeking. True revenge couldn't be extracted from brutal insertions, or mind controlling substances. She was far too practical, calm, controlled and experienced for that to matter in the long run to one such as her.

What the demon needed was a plan. A plan that had the willful headmistress working towards her own humiliation and submission to him. He had to give credit where credit was due. These humans had taken the act of punishment and turned it into an art-form, something a demon could truly admire.

The demon waited to see if the headmistress was simply finished with the quivering girl or if she haf more insights he could gleen...

There was little more that needed to be done with this particular student. More rebellious students generally required longer sessions and possible multiple appointments to the basement to fully correct. At times, Vera would have a student head to a room where a monster would have their fun if she was too busy or wished to satisfy a monster's needs while turning their attention away from her.

She allowed the girl to drop her arms and had her recite what she chanted multiple times already a final time. Satisfied with this woman's improvement, she left a towel for the student to use to clean and dry off before dressing back into her uniform. With that, she dismissed the dazed and glowing woman. The session would be noted on record but the demerits would be removed and considered paid off. The student could sleep this matter off and can treat this as a horrible nightmare assuming she truly learned her lesson. If she failed to correct herself, she would find herself back here again and the punishment would be far... far worse.

As ordered, Vera had corrected the student and did not show an ounce of hesitation. It was natural for the Head Girl to behave this way when here in the basement it seemed. Once the woman had left, Vera would start to put away what tools were used and clean what needed to be cleaned. When she finished, she would call out to her master. "Master?" she called out calmly and obediently, "Her training is complete. I did not hear any suggestions from you. Does this mean you were satisfied?"

The demon watched as the punished student obeys her orders and cleans herself of her juices before re-dressing and leaving in a hurry. As the door clicked shut, he reappeared to sight as Vera was cleaning up after her lesson.

Standing behind her his claws close around her shoulders squeezing gently as he towers above her, Yes I think you have taught your master quite a great deal this day. For that you have your leave to return to your duties and be free of me...for now. Maybe one day I will show you all that you have truly taught me today... the demon ends in an ominous laugh that rumbles around the stone filled dungeon.

That is unless of course you want to teach me anything else today my pet?

Vera continued to clean up as those large claws grabbed her shoulders. She did not react beyond a minor jolt of surprise as the claws squeezed possessively. She gave a soft smile, pleased that her master was happy with her performance. With that, she was dismissed unless there was more that the Head Girl wished to teach. Vera was not even aware that she was supposed to teach the demon anything during the session. But willing to serve as long as that cum controlled her mind, she would not leave until Slimer ordered her to.

"What do you wish me to teach, Master?" she offered. But if nothing came to mind, Vera would take her leave and return to her duties as if nothing had happened. How much would she remember once the cum wears off? How would she react? One thing was for certain. She would pay NICE labs a visit to see about restoring her hair back to its full length. Compared to what NICE usually worked on, it should be a trivial task.

The demon felt her jolt at his touch and heard her thoughts about restoring her hair. He had learned enough this day. First, that the catalyst he needed would not be achieved through cheap magical parlor tricks and that slow methodical work would be required. Next, he learned what it was going to take to properly put Vera in her place, and while taking one more round of pleasure out on her this day sounded appealing, the dish served cold would taste even better.

No my pet, you are free. He gave her shoulders a brief squeeze and disappeared into the darkness, blurring from sight. She would feel the chemical and magical bonds that had made her his for the evening fade away.

One day he would come for her properly, but that would be another story for another time.