Your Servant, Abigail - Sex Stories

Your Servant, Abigail

... know why I sent for you. I apologize for the mystery."

"Oh, no problem at all Ma'rm." Abigail's Shetland brogue almost cracked from nerves.

Headmistress looked up and raised her eyebrows. "You are an excellent instructor, Ferguson." Abigail went to respond but a long-fingered hand with red nails halted her. "You have fit in well here and I hope that you feel at home. It is with that in mind that I brought you here to consider furthering your duties." She opened the file on her desk and put on half glasses to read it. "This is a paper copy, I loathe those tablets, of an aptitude and personality battery you filled out last Spring during the candidate search. I am sure you have done these before?" She looked up. It was time to respond.

"Aye, Ma'rm. At University and other places."

Headmistress smiled subtly. "I enjoy your Shetland charm, my dear, but I would prefer you say 'yes.' We are in England after all."

Abigail blushed a bit. She had never been called out for that. "Certainly. My apologies."

"No need for that. Just make a note and carry on, hm? On your profile we were able to assess your abilities to problem solve and pivot, your leadership qualities, your team attributes, and your willingness to submit to authority. You scored high marks on all. Especially the last."

Abigail blushed again at the flattery. "Thank you, Ma'rm. I was being honest."

Headmistress watched the pink color spread across the young woman's cheeks, neck, and her exposed ...

... collar bone, and she had to stifle a sigh. "It is this last item I called you here to discuss."

Abigail nodded then caught up short when she realized she had no idea which item it was. Blood filled her ears, and she had a moment of fear dance across her eyes.

Headmistress caught it and smiled slightly.I have her!She stood and Abigail refocused as the headmistress continued. "There are many legacies here at Hatley. These storied portraits and group photos attest to a long history of excellence. However, if you look to this wall, you will see that all of the previous headmasters here were just that, masters. I am the first headmistress, Something I am very proud to say out loud without ego inflation." She gave a rare self-deprecating smile that Abigail found endearing.

Perfect. Emotional connection to a superior,Headmistress noted internally. "You also may have noticed that up until the year 2012 there had actually never been any female instructors. Just cooks and chamber maids."

Abigail was looking at the photos and noted the addition of one then two then six women in the staff pictures as the years progressed. She hadn't noticed Headmistress stepping up behind her until she spoke again. Her voice made Abigail jump ever so slightly.

"You are part of a new legacy, my dear." The voice was lower, less informative, more instructive. "You and the other young women on staff must strive to be the best you can. To work diligently for the school and the boys and of course to ...