A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XI - Jezebel attends hir sissy lit class at
Templeton Academy: where young womyn become dominatrixes and sissies are
crushed into submission. I only wish my English classes were this much
fun growing up.
I tear down the hallways and get through the door, just as the bell stops
ringing.
I try to saunter into my sissy literature class like there's been nothing
crazy about being force fed sperm and oysters in front of half of the
school. The gurls are definitely whispering. I try to play it
nonchalant, but some bitch whispers, (and for goddess sake that's the
best you can come up with?) "enjoy your lunch?" I mean there's thousands
of insults that you can make, 'what does Jeezzie and a whale have in
common? Sperm! Or how about those oysters spunka-a-feller.' Well anyway,
I just walk by, like I didn't hear a thing.
The Templeton Academy is a great institution, but it's still basically
handing out us sissies 'M-R-S Degrees.' The goal is for us to become
perfect homemakers and nannies for our future wife/goddesses/owners. My
classes diverged seriously, after the sixth grade, from my sisters'
classes. They went on to geometry, science and algebra and I went into
dressmaking and proper tea service. That said, the goal of the Templeton
Academy is not to make sissies into rocket scientists or scions of
business, but to make us still useful to our future owners in the typical
sissy professions; secretary, nurse, day care provider and so forth. I
didn't get an algebra class like my sisters, but my next math class was
basic accounting and bookkeeping. Of course this brings up a typical
debating point about sissy education, does a sissy need to know who won
the Civil War in order to scrub a toilet? At Templeton, the answer is a
resounding yes. They want to make us into well rounded sissies, that
complement our future owners. Some critics attack Templeton for teaching
critical thinking to sissies, that it is somehow dangerous. Mother says
that after a hundred years of selective breeding sissies for docility and
obedience, we sissies amount to as much danger as a flock of sheep to a
wolf. One does, very occasionally, hear of a sissy throwing a dish at a
mistress, or slapping back, or something like that; of course the
punishment of castration is pretty much automatic for any serious attack
of any womyn. As far as I am concerned, that is a completely
appropriate outcome, unless you're defending your mistress (or some other
emergency), no proper sissy should ever raise a hand against anyone. A
proper sissy accepts hir punishment and begs for more. (In terms of my
future, Mother has told me she is seriously considering putting me in
anatomy classes for my apprenti-lass year. She knows I adore dressmaking
but the fashion industry is super competitive for sissies, we truly are
'a dime a dozen' in that field. Mother is always super practical, and
there is always a need for nurses. She did assure me, she won't take my
fashion classes away from me, she's not ready, yet, to completely crush
my dreams.) That said, most of the mandatory classes for apprenti-lasses
and damsels are basically event planning and child development, both
pointing us in the direction of the 'classic' sissy career of; nurturing
your wife's children and throwing fabulous parties to advance your wife's
career. I know I am getting a great education here. I mean there is a
large number of Matriarchy Households where sissies are kept illiterate,
and start menial work like house cleaning, as young as the Matriarchy
will let the family get away with it.
So, you need a minimum number of English credits to graduate and most
sissies have to take a Sissy Literature Class. So the class is filled
with literary geeks like me, who take it the first year they can get in,
and upper-class sissies, who need the credit to graduate. It's a pretty
clear line right down the middle of the classroom. Bored apprenti-lasses
and damsels by the window, geeky 'lit' gurls from my year, on the other
side. We are halfway into the 'Great Gadsby.' This is the unedited
version. I know that most of our books are edited to make the 'male'
protagonist female, and the female into a sissy, so it applies to our
lives. So many of the books are so misogynistic, it's fairly easy to
plug in Romea for Romeo, and make Juliet and the other female characters,
not the mother, into sissies. It basically works for most of Shakespear.
Of course some attempts to 'ret-con' don't make any sense, so they don't
try, like our last novel, Spring Awakening, where the boy rapes the girl
in a hayloft, she gets pregnant and dies after a botched abortion; that's
just not, biologically speaking, going to happen to a sissy. Besides
the issue of re-writes becoming absurd, Mistress Braun says she doesn't
want to 'hide' the outside, largely male dominated world from us,
completely, so we are getting 'Gadsby' as written. So the theme,
especially after the last chapter we were assigned, where Nick Carraway
and the photographer, Mr. McKee are hanging out in their underwear on the
same bed looking at pictures together, is 'what's up' with the
narrator, Nick Carraway? Is he in love with Jay Gadsby?
Mistress Braun calls on Daisy, clearly staring outside the window, what
factors in the chapter point towards Nick's sexuality. Daisy stands up
by her desk, Daisy's 'deer caught in the headlights' stare, is a bit of a
tell that a certain someone didn't read the assigned chapter.
Daisy quickly fesses up that she didn't read the assigned chapter.
"Well Daisy, where else in the novel do we see that issue?" Daisy just
smiles. 'Daisy have you cracked the book open?"
Daisy nods.
"And read a complete sentence?"
'Oh oh busted,' I say to myself. "Daisy go over to the corner there, and
assume the position," I'll deal with you when I get around to it.
Daisy gets up and scurries to the 'spanking' corner and bends over,
sticking hir ass in the air like a good sissy, hir face up against the
wall. Mistress Braun walks up to hir and hands hir the book, "Daisy we
can make good use of this time, start reading NOW! Chapter one, page
one."
"Okay class, Hands up, who has read some of this book?"
Most of the hands go up.
"Who has read the assigned chapter? Don't lie, we are about to have a
pop quiz, I'll find out."
I'd say two thirds of us keep our hands up.
"Who's finished the book all ready?"
What just me? Goddess I am such a geek. But it's practically a novella,
I mean it's only 250 pages.
"Jezzie?"
"I just wanted to see what happens to Gadsby, didn't you?" I say shyly to
the class. (Also, and I keep this to myself only, because it would
sound like a complaint of my mother's rules, a big no no; but no
television, no internet, and no social media, why right not read?)
"No spoilers on the ending, dear," says Mistress Braun with a smile.
Someone says in the back in a quiet voice, 'get a life.' Another gurl
pretends to cough, but it sounds like 'geek.'
"I do need a life, that's fair, I'll own that."
"Class Hush. Okay there will be two teams. Team Daisy, if you win,
Daisy gets five swats, but if team 'booknerd' wins, ten!"
This does sound like fun, and let's face it five extra swats is really
nothing, but it really gall Daisy, if the nerds win. "Missy you captain
Team Daisy, Jezzie you get team book nerd. Six to a team" That's easy I
pick my sissy book club gurls plus one gurl, Cyndie-Lou, who is always
competing with Daisy about something, definitely major friend-emys.
Missy has a problem, sie has to find five gurls that have done the
reading, and sie also must have some trust that they are not going to
tank it, you know, to just get at Daisy, who can be, well, a little bit
of Daisy can go a looooong way. Missy, who clearly wants to bail out hir
BFF, makes hir picks, with a fair amount of whispering, most likely about
whether they have actually done the reading.
"First question, team Daisy. Where does this novel take place?"
After some hesitation "New York?"
"Are you asking or are you telling me?"
"New York."
"Correct. One point to team Daisy."
"Where is Nick from?"
I have a feeling Mistress Braun is weighing this quiz against the nerds.
We know it, but that's a pretty small point. "It's the Midwest, it's
Michigan, no wait...Minnesota, mistress." Also correct.
Once we get further into the book, team Daisy just loses it. "Team Daisy,
what does Nick do for a living?" blank stares.
"Team booknerd for the steal?" "He's a stockbroker, he sells bonds."
"Correct. I would of also have accepted 'want to be societal gadfly' as
well."
"Team booknerd- what are three reasons that Nick is probably gay?"
We go with, "His girlfriend Jordan, an ex-golf pro, oh c'mon she's the
last stop on the train to gayville, I mean even the name is gender
ambiguous."
"I'll accept butch girlfriend,"
"The descriptions by Nick in the book, with Gadsby they are so loving, so
fawning, with the women in the book, his descriptions are like 'who's
that hag?.'
"Sure, a definite tell."
"The whole elevator incident with Mr. McKee stroking it with the elevator
handle, I mean 'helloo', that's pretty gay, and then they are in a room
together, on a bed, looking at art, with Mrs. McKee, not around."
"That's three, and class that's why you need to both READ the book, and
THINK about the book. Nick is the narrator, but he is also a biased or
flawed narrator. His feelings, his desires, cloud how he is telling you
the story, He is also an imperfect narrator, he doesn't tell you about
what may really be happening with Mr. McKee, that there's just more than
looking at art going on. Your narrator is holding back details from you,
so you can't completely trust him. Okay class, contest over, Team Daisy
four, and team Booknerds, eleven. Oh Daisy, find some friends that enjoy
reading."
She approaches Daisy with the paddle.
"Read!"
"Your!"
"Homework!"
"When it!"
"Is assigned!"
"Okay Daisy, front and center, and you get to pick one victim as well,
point hir out."
Daisy without a moment's hesitation, dramatically points at me. I'm not
surprised, I am sure I came off as 'little Missy know-it-all', but taking
a hard pass on hir chief rival, Cyndie-Lou, she must be miffed at me.
"Okay, queen of the book nerds get up here and grab your ankles."
I mince up to my place and grab my ankles. Mistress Braun hands the
paddle to Daisy. "Okay Daisy, you get to share your fate with Jezzie.
So why don't you take a few practice swings, show Jezzie what's in store
for hir."
Very rarely does a sissy get told by a teacher to spank another sissy,
for the most part it is the definition of womyn's work. (It does happen,
for instance, if the whole class is being naughty, we might form a
spanking circle, where we all spank the sissy ahead of us, with the
weakest spanker, getting additional swats, so we don't hold back.) Daisy
looks very eager for this rare opportunity to 'walk on the wild side' and
be the paddler and the paddlee. Sie winds up and lets the air swoosh by
the paddle as sie swings away, right by ear.
"Now class what does Daisy want, a classic theme from our novels?"
"Sie wants justice, Mistress Braun," says Francine, a fellow cheerleader.
"Justice, really justice? Daisy, hold on just one second, now did,
Jezebel keep you from reading your assignment?"
Daisy shakes her head.
"You chose not to read, correct?"
Daisy nods.
"You just got caught, right?"
Daisy nods.
"So you've got a hitch in your girdle and your panties are in a bunch
because the booknerds didn't throw the pop quiz, but let me ask you one
question; if the high heel was on the other foot, and be honest, would
you have tanked it, or would you have gone for the win?"
Daisy pauses, sie is clearly thinking.
"You don't have to answer that one Daisy, I just want you to ponder it.
Okay class, it's not justice, it's ..........?"
"Revenge."
"Correct. Daisy is seeking revenge, against Jezebel. So, Daisy, line up
and get your vengeance." Just as Daisy winds up for the first blow,
Mistress Braun interjects, "But wait!.......Daisy, I said your fates were
tied, intertwined if you will. The force of the blow you give, will be
the force you shall receive for your next five with the paddle."
Daisy freezes mid-swing.
"So class what is Daisy considering.....?"
"Hir own self-interest."
"Exactly. A classic tension in our novels. Which side will win, let's
see how this plays out."
Daisy winds up and then barely touches my ass with the paddle five times.
"Self-interest, wins every time."
Teacher gives Daisy five dainty blows, but then gives hir a good hit with
the book on hir rear. Daisy yips from the surprise and turns around.
"I said with the paddle dear, the last one is from the book, the book you
are SUPPOSED TO BE READING!" She holds it right under Daisy's nose. "So
by next class, catch up." Mistress Braun is clearly enjoying herself.
Daisy sticks her tongue at me as sie returns to hir seat. I return the
gesture. "I saw that, both of you back up front. We are all friends in
this class. Hug it out gurls."
We hug. This is how most sissy spats are settled at Templeton. "I mean
hug it out, hard, or it will rain blows on those heinies."
We really hug. "Daisy tell Jezebel that you love hir and that you
treasure hir friendship." Daisy kind of mumbles the words. "I can make
you hug for the rest of the period and into the next one, say it like you
mean it." Daisy repeats it somewhat sincerely. I am giggling so hard I
can barely get past my response. "Okay kiss." Daisy gives me a peck.
"What was that? I said smooch, not a smack." Daisy gives me a wicked
smile and pulls me tight and goes to town, jamming hir tongue down my
throat. Suddenly sie pushes me back right to the teacher's desk. Sie
lifts me up, So I am now sitting on the desk, I respond by wrapping my
legs around hir ass. Sie pushes me down so I am lying on the desk, my
legs flailing in the air, still kissing me hard."
"Knock it off you two. Don't make me hose you off."
Daisy backs away. Hey, sie's a great kisser. I am still draped across
the desk. I get up and push myself off. All dignity, now completely
gone.
"Get back to your seats you clowns." Daisy gives me a wicked wink and
lips hir lips, as we scamper back.
I think I was just 'hate-kissed' (sort of akin to 'anger fucking') and I
liked it!
Mistress Braun looks at the clock and smiles and then sings
"Ohhhhhhhhhh.......... the booknerds and the cheerleader should be
friends...Oh the booknerd and the cheerleader should be friends"
You know the lyrics, dive in class! (Oklahoma!, had been the fall musical
for the theater department.) We all join in "Oh the booknerds and the
cheerleader should be friends...Oh the booknerds and the cheerleader
should be friends"
Just like that the bell rings. "Read the next two chapters over the
weekend, and all of you, catch up. I haven't had this much fun teaching
F. Scott Fitzgerald in years, just remember, Zelda had to put up with a
lot. Okay, sissies, scram! I mean class dismissed."
The class spontaneously breaks into applause, that was fun, well maybe
less so for Daisy, but who knows, that gurl loves being the center of
attention.
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