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Sarah checked her phone. Her natural alarm had woken her. She rolled over, snuggling against Fernando's hard body, swathed in his warm male smell. The white bedroom drapes hid Friday, permitting her to deny its start.

Rolling, he folded her into his arms. "We have to talk," he murmured.

She stiffened.

"Are you happy living together, Sarah?" He'd intended this conversation last night. Turning to begin, he'd found her sound asleep.

Calm had cocooned her until he'd spoken. Scarlet had recommended an architect for her house. She'd reviewed several innovative designs. However, she was reluctant to rebuild until she understood its future. Her shiny white Porsche SUV thrilled her. Its powerful pedal had tempted her foot. Dismissing her disquiet, she said, "Fernando, I love you."

He slid a hard white envelope from his bedside. "I love you, too. Yesterday, I completed the purchase of this penthouse." Withdrawing a single sheet, he gave it to her.

The property deed listed her name beside his. "You paid for it," she said.

"For us. Best money I've ever spent."

"I have money from my house insurance. I'd have contributed."

"You're growing your business. I made exceptional profits this quarter. It's simple Sarah. I wanted to. I love you."

Touching the treasured deed, her finger traced their names. Tiny tears fell. "I love you too." She had a home.

Gorgeous above the dawning day, her inbuilt smile defied destruction. Bacon and eggs together celebrated their home ownership. Walking towards Virtue, her steps light, she reviewed her Friday. Yesterday, luck had delivered Zara's ideal interview test. She'd picked up Alexandra on her cleaning. Responsible for their discipline suites, she required pristine perfection. Alexandra's suite had appeared acceptable. Its desk wiped, its spanking bench pristine, its floor vacuumed. Running her finger along the implement cupboard top, she'd uncovered staggering dust. Displaying her finger to Alexandra, she'd said, 'We'll discuss this tomorrow.'

Across town, given three nights to prepare for her performance, Zara had sailed through various online management courses, forgoing sleep, boosting her confidence. Learning to cane didn't concern her. Given expert tuition, she could repeat. Handling unforeseen circumstances consumed her. Wisdom, her proposed cure.

Visiting the Virtue restroom, she'd spotted the waiting-room bookshelf, snapping a quick photo. Devouring 'A History of Western Philosophy' by Bertrand Russell, she'd foregone sleep. She'd begun enjoying 'Introduction to Mathematical Philosophy'. The prominent bookshelf showed Miss Roberts understood discipline's wider context. Firing through her kindle, every page-turn deepened her appreciation of Sarah Roberts, arousing unchecked enthusiasm for Virtue. Bartending didn't come close. Virtue was her purpose.

Her imagination ran unrestrained. Researching services Virtue could offer its clients, she stored photos on her phone. An elevated view of a busy city intersection opened a fresh angle of exploration. Storing more photos, depicting her thoughts, she lost an entire hour.

Walking towards Virtue, she passed a mom scolding her child. In whispers, she'd tested her wisdom, scolding her mirror for fabricated failings, deepening her admonishments to illustrate the underlying harm caused by her mirror's imagined infractions. Her poor mirror had proved guilty of unimaginable faults. In stern tones, she'd brought it to heel, pleased with her well-constructed, yet motivating, criticisms.

Greeted by Miss Roberts, Zara embraced Virtue's comfortable atmosphere. Supportive kindness enhanced robust correction. She'd repeated her pink blazer, white blouse, and smart black pants combination. It felt stylish, yet different. Miss Roberts showed her into the same discipline suite. Its stunning view humbled her again. A cream blanket lay folded over the red leather spanking bench, carrying a wide red band down its center. Upon it rested the school cane she'd experienced.

Miss Roberts handed her the cane. Its golden splendor tapered off into a smooth, rounded end. She swung it, watching the tip flex. Its fluid motion fed through her arm, communicating its unquestionable authority. Her bottom tingled. Three days ago, its deadly power had punished her unacceptable arrogance.

"I'll teach you to cane," Miss Roberts said. "I can't teach you to care."

Zara smiled. The warning matched her meticulous homework. She'd focused on circumstances and wisdom. Guiding her cane position, Miss Roberts gave her simple directions, explaining why her suggestions made sense. Detail thrilled her busy brain. Miss Roberts described the harm from a flexible cane stroke wrapping around bare buttocks.

Placing her feet, she leveled her cane against the red stripe, repeating solid, consistent strokes, landing the cane tip within the red stripe with perfect precision. The blanket didn't react. Her muscles memorized the feel of firm strokes. Caning too hard, she discovered distinct discomfort. Confidence produced accuracy. Indents in the folded blanket showed six stripes, accurate inches separating them.

Removing the blanket, Miss Roberts stored it in a black closet nearby. Replacing the cane, she showed Zara the implement cupboard. "I'll teach you to use them if you prove suitable."

Zara smiled. She hadn't succeeded yet. She followed Miss Roberts around the suite. Her boss described the cleaning routine required of her disciplinarians, emphasizing their total responsibility for their discipline suite. The innocent information drew her attention. Miss Roberts didn't waste words.

"I advocate self responsibility, Zara. Caring about their space translates to caring for clients. One of my disciplinarians, Alexandra, performed lax cleaning. Her suite appeared excellent, but." Miss Roberts swept her finger along her implement closet, showing her pristine fingertip. "Yesterday, I found extensive dust above Alexandra's closet."

Zara pieced together the puzzle, guessing her coming test. Glad she'd paid attention to the cleaning routine, a sensitive scolding formed. She memorized its key points.

Sitting together on the gray client couch, Sarah shared her business financials.

Zara pored over the iPad screen. "Profitable," she murmured, focusing on the minimal digital marketing costs.

Sarah said, "Operations manager is a responsible decision-making position. Suggest a suitable salary."

Zara examined the staff costs. Sarah's decent renumeration provided an obvious upper figure. The disciplinarians' salaries blew out her bartender salary, giving a lower value. Her finger paused between. She glanced at Sarah, seeking guidance. Receiving none, she chose an equidistant number.

Sarah increased it by twenty percent.

Pressure multiplying, Zara gasped. She had everything to lose. Everything.

"Don't cheat yourself, Zara. You'll map your experience onto my vision, helping to steer the business." Flicking into the Virtue app, she messaged Alexandra. "First, you must punish Alexandra for her lamentable cleaning."

Given seconds to ready herself, Zara summoned her prepared scolding, deciding she must assume instant command. Moments later, a discreet knock announced Alexandra's arrival. She watched a smart blonde in a short black long-sleeved jersey dress enter; her ash blonde bob surrounding classic prettiness. Rising unbidden, she approached Alexandra, offering her hand. "Hi Alexandra, I'm Zara."

"Nice to meet you, Zara." Alexandra said.

Zara smiled. "You too, although our circumstances are unfortunate. Miss Roberts has asked me to deal with you for your mediocre cleaning. I hope I'll receive your cooperation."

Alexandra considered the younger girl. Her flawless skin and stunning symmetry defied study. Her long, straight blonde hair proclaimed her utter perfection. Getting punished by someone so young and pretty heaped heavy humiliation upon her. Encouraged by the stunning girl's supportive tone, she said, "You will, miss."

Zara kept her momentum, leading them towards the implement cupboard. "We're aiming for perfection, Alexandra." Running her finger along the closet top, Zara showed her flawless finger tip. "It isn't okay to clean only key areas. Imagine a dusty desk smearing a client's pretty dress. If you permit dust upon the closet, you allow lax standards. Then your judgement follows, affecting clients."

Alexandra shook. Dressed down by someone younger, prettier, and correct, ignominy swamped her. Zara's simple scolding cut deep. "I'm sorry."

"Why become slack?" Zara asked.

"Please, I'm sorry. I was lazy. It was stupid. I regret it. Whatever you do won't hurt as bad as I feel. I love my job. Please, just punish me."

Zara said, "As you wish." Her calculated assault on Alexandra's conscience had humbled the professional young disciplinarian. Steeling herself, she committed to her plan. Relaxing her firm stance wouldn't engender respect. Removing the familiar school cane from the closet, she flexed it. Alexandra's stance straightened.

From her couch, Miss Roberts watched their interaction. Zara's swift assumption of control, her thoughtful scolding and choice of location, showed astonishing judgment. Again, she'd underestimated the gorgeous young girl. Zara's next command snatched her attention.

"Hold out your lazy hand, Alexandra."

Resistance bristled from the older girl. Zara stood her ground.

Alexandra glanced towards Miss Roberts. She had a date tonight. She couldn't bear visible punishment etched across her bare palms. Receiving no reprieve, she presented her raised palm, her other supporting it.

Zara faced Miss Roberts, standing sideways to Alexandra. The appropriateness of her punishment choice had forced her decision. Pouring over pictures during her research, she'd read caning sensitive palms required cautious firmness. She rested the cane across the beautiful disciplinarian's proffered hand. Raising the cane, she focused on the fleshy palm.

Alexandra held her palm motionless, bursting with fierce respect. The younger girl's tough command resonated through her core. She deserved its severity. Rattan struck her flesh. Fury sliced through her tender skin, leaving behind a vicious fire. Concentrated into a single intense line of obliterating pain, honor forced her still. Her expression betrayed her utter agony.

Zara judged Alexandra's stricken expression, confirming she'd delivered fearsome pain, but hadn't mistaken her strength. She appreciated Alexandra's dutiful palm, still offered in total obedience, a clear red ridge marking its soft skin. "Swap hands, please."

Alexandra offered her fresh palm for its bitter lesson, supported by her welted palm. Seeing the cane's ruthless approach ripped hell into her core. Brutal burn branded her punished palm. She bit her lip, holding her glowing hand still. Dusting felt beyond reasonable.

Zara felt she'd delivered ample public embarrassment. The professional disciplinarian's caned palms would deliver distinct humiliation. "Let's ensure cleaning beats sitting, Alexandra." She led her charge towards the prominent red spanking bench.

Alexandra appreciated Zara's kindness. A single stripe per palm was tough. Her date may prove awkward if she didn't keep her punishment discreet. Neither kind nor cruel, it was fair.

"Raise your dress, please, Alexandra."

Facing her punisher, the former teacher revealed her skimpy black string bikini panties. Under Zara's firm gaze, her tiny adjustable strings shrunk. Exposing herself dumped shame on her.

Zara pointed to the red leather bench. "Bend over, Alexandra."

Alexandra faced the bench. Bending across it, she gripped the cool metal legs. Agony surged in her welted palms. She maintained her grip, fresh respect rippling through her. "I'm sorry, Zara."

Zara touched Alexandra's back. "I know. Let's deal with it together. Six hard strokes."

Alexandra mustered her courage. Firm kindness fitted their professional relationship. If Miss Roberts hadn't already hired Zara, she should. The cane rested across her skimpy black panties. Covering half her bottom, Miss Roberts had already proved they provided no protection from the rattan rod. She hadn't altered her underwear style. Canings should be unpleasant. The rattan lifted away, tapping its prior position. She noted its professional precision.

A sharp crack shattered the discipline suite. Atrocious pain exploded across her panties. She tightened her uncomfortable grip. Fire chased across her cheeks, seething fury at her laziness. Clenching her teeth, she married her guilt to her pain, remaining quiet. A second lesson landed right below, challenging her composure. She panted.

"Alexandra, you hold a responsible position. Respect it."

Cut to her quick, Alexandra's reply burst from her lips. "Yes, miss."

The cane delivered measured cuts, complimenting her overt obedience. Appalling heat ignited her bent backside. Calculated delays let her agony consume her. Held to account, sorrow spread, swallowing her soul. Biting into her lazy bottom, the cane penetrated brutal pain. She clamped her lips, keeping her dignity. Her last severe stroke seared a savage fury, a perfect inch below her five fiery stripes. Deserving worse, it was a merciful thrashing. She would still feel her shame during her date.

"Stand up please, Alexandra."

Rising, Alexandra struggled.

"Well taken, Alexandra." Zara offered her hand.

Gripping the younger girl's hand, she suffered rightful discomfort. "Thank you."

Zara smiled. "You're welcome."

Miss Roberts stepped towards them. "Alexandra, thank you." The former teacher met challenges with shrewd decisions. Teaching Rebecca's boyfriend to cane had shown remarkable initiative. Yesterday, she'd called Rebecca. Her love-stricken client's exuberant happiness proved Alexandra's wisdom. She said, "Alexandra, I may hire Zara as Operations Manager. Opinions?"

Alexandra grimaced. "She can cane. Caning my hands was very meaningful. I hated it. My punishment was fair, her careful scolding justified. I deserved it."

Thrilled by Alexandra's clear seal of approval, Zara kept her countenance. She'd tried to establish firm kindness, offering fair respect for sincere obedience. Alexandra had met her halfway. Virtue was a beautiful crucible of sophisticated intelligence. She needed this job.

Miss Roberts didn't need another endorsement. She'd known when Zara had assumed control, her confident authority capturing Alexandra's instant compliance. "Zara, will you help me develop 'Virtue'?"

Pride swelled Zara's chest. Breathless joy wrapped years of desire into one proud word. "Yes." Her route may have proved circuitous, but she'd landed upon her passion. "One thought," she said. "Operations Manager sounds cold. It doesn't fit Virtue."

Miss Roberts said, "I presume you have suggestions."

Zara frowned. Her faithful subconscious hadn't delivered. Friendliness pervaded Virtue. Operations Manager jarred.

Alexandra smiled. Her burning backside spoke volumes. The younger girl carried commanding authority. She said, "May I offer a suggestion?"

"Please," Zara smiled, grateful.

Alexandra paused, ensuring everyone's attention. "Head Girl."

Zara grinned. Rooted in the past, it embodied her future responsibilities to perfection.

Miss Roberts beamed, offering Zara her hand. "Fine decision. Head Girl it is. Welcome to Virtue, Zara."

Leaving Alexandra to congratulate Zara, Sarah turned to her expansive windows, gazing across the city streets she'd known. She'd conquered friendship, taken a vacation, albeit cut short. She'd found love, a stupendous side benefit of her beach break. Her business had grown beyond herself. Scarlett had gifted her the concept of co-working, expanding her client offering.

Her achievements shared a critical commonality she hadn't acknowledged. George had given her sanctuary. Kirsten had educated her in friendship. Fernando had aced her hour of need, adding unexpected love. Her disciplinarians had delivered her expansion. Scarlett had broadened her client service. Her every success involved someone else. Crashing realization unfolded, cloaking her in tenderness. Tenderness she'd never known. Tears glistening, she stared beyond her window. Arrayed before her, an abundance of sunlit city rooftops reflected her single greatest achievement. She was no longer alone.

Surrendering to her beautiful realization, her tears retreated. She turned. Alexandra had left. Zara stood watching her.

"May I share some suggestions?" Zara asked.

"Please," Sarah said, approaching her.

Grabbing her phone from beside the client couch, Zara flicked through her stored photos. "Your co-working marketing costs are almost non-existent. These services also offer hefty profit margins, given our minimal marketing cost. Backed by solid discipline, members trust Virtue. It's hard to see girls achieving future business success without becoming Virtue members."

Sarah smiled. Two minds beat one. Busy managing her expansion, she'd missed the key lesson her co-working venture had proven. Zara hadn't.

Zara flicked onto her busy outdoor scenes. Slanted red, stylish rooftops switched to low-level beachfront locations. All thronged by busy communities.

Sarah watched faces change and fashions alter. Her Head Girl's sharp instinct didn't.

"I see Virtue clubs in these locations," Zara said. "Language, cultures, and attitudes differ. Girls don't. We respect strict structure. It binds us, motivates, and calms us."

Leaning, Sarah swiped Zara's screen backwards, landing on the first busy street junction. The photo's elevated angle showed neon signs surrounding shifting crowds, its focal point a single girl, standing still amid chaos. "I imagine she just left Virtue, twelve burning cane stripes beneath her cute, short skirt."

Pinching the picture, Zara zoomed in. "She's beautiful and humble. I love her demeanor."

Sarah nodded. "I understand your thinking. You think girls anywhere could benefit from Virtue?"

Zara nodded.

"This looks like Japan," Sarah said.

Zara smiled. "It is. Shinjuku. Central Tokyo."