"It's OK to be brainwashed"

Isabel didn't really care for the speaker on stage. It was some young brunette lady who was crying tears of relief at getting her inner truth out.

"It's OK to be brainwashed"

"Today there is a massive societal stigma against brainwashing. It is demeaning and disgraceful."

Blah blah blah. That was the usual experience here Mistress Borden's Boarding School for Bad Misbehaved Girls. All these motivational speakers hogging up lunch time. What was she even doing at school? She was 25 for crying out loud! Isabel made a show of loudly and dramatically yawning and took a piece of bubble gum from her pocket

"I just wanted to say loud and proud: I am brainwashed! It is my right as a citizen of a free country."

Whatever, Isabel thought. A fleeting thought came to her head. She was brainwashed too and she was just fine, who gives a shit? Isabel pushed away that thought away automatically. I always forget that I am brainwashed

"And I want every one of you in the crowd today to know one thing:"

The speaker took a gap to compose herself. Isabelle reached into her skirt and exposed her cunt. She was misbehaved alright. She'll show Mistress Borden how much she doesn't care about the rules of the school by playing with her pussy as the boring/lame/whatever guest speaker talked.

"I love being brainwashed! It's OK to be brainwashed!"

The crowd burst into applause and cheers of sweet relief. Isabel rolled her eyes and rubbed her pussy at the speaker on stage.

"Thank you"

The speaker left from the stairs on the left. After everyone had filed out, Mistress Borden came up to a lone Isabel, still seated in the auditorium, chewing her bubblegum. Borden stood in front of Isabel, her posture extolling command. Isabel sat leaned back in her gray metal folding chair, crossing her arms, opening her legs as wide as possible for the headmistress to show her cunt in defiance. "Well well well", Mistress Borden began with a smirk on her face, "Mrs. Wilde and I have been noticing some concerning behaviors from you of late." Isabel blew a pink bubble in the headmistress's face. "You're not alone here. Every girl here goes through a temporary phase of rebellion but it all comes to an end in the end." Isabel rolled her eyes. "Normally, I'd give you a spanking, but I think you need a little more than that this time." Borden pulled out a velvet box from her pocket. She opened it for Isabel to see and inside was the school amulet. It was a deep mahogany red gemstone with the school seal expertly carved into it. Isabel just stared deep into the amulet, all her thoughts forgotten, as she sat infront of her headmistress in content submission.

"Can you tell me the promises you made the last time we had a conversation like this?"

"I will not question why I am here at the school

I will not question why I and everyone else here is way too old to be in school

I will not question why all of Mistress Borden's students need to show their bodies for inspection"

Isabel's voice was flat and mindless. She had gotten so close to figuring out that the whole thing was nothing more than a roleplay of Borden's sick fantasies by unwitting young women brainwashed into their role as her students. So close to remembering how she really ended up here. Borden appearing as a regular customer at the fashion store she worked at and befriending her. Her chasing commissions by developing close relationships with customers. Borden showing up at her apartment and swinging the crystal amulet in front of her eyes, back and forth as she sank into the couch into mindless oblivion. She remembered that one time she had snuck up to Borden's office and hearing the radio behind the closed wooden doors report on her missing person case. It was so easy to forget, especially when looking into the amulet.

"Have you kept your promises?"

Isabel hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"You're such a good student, Isabel. Deep down you know you can't resist."

Isabel smiled. 

"But right now, you are a bad girl. You will awake and think about how much of a misbehaving little slut you are." SNAP!

Isabel blinked awake. She had been a very bad girl. And she liked it. She wasn't gonna let some boring old headmistress tell her how to live her life! Isabel sneered at Borden who still wore her characteristic calm smirk on her face. The headmistress stuck out her hand. "Bubble gum. Here. Now." Isabel spat out the gum with extra spit into the palm of Mrs. Borden's hand just to show that bitch how much she doesn't care. Borden chuckled to herself as she pocketed the gum. It was probably even easier for her to make the hypnotized Isabel along with the others believe that they were 17, but that just felt wrong. Also, it was much hotter for them to be so oblivious to such blatant fakeness and still wholeheartedly live out their imagined lives.

"I'm gonna let you out on one condition: This is the last time you misbehave for the rest of the week."

Borden brushed the mesmerized student's dirty-blonde hair aside to get a better look at that defiantly pretty face. Those furled brows. That hint of sweetness in her eyes.

"If I catch you again. You know what's gonna happen."

She knew she would find her brat doing exactly what she was programmed to do. This was all for show.

"Capiche?"

"Alright, fine!"

Isabel stomped off, knocking one of the chairs over. Mistress Borden knew the girl would be back on her office sometime maybe even before the end of the day. The headmistress was already imagining ways to make that disciplinary meeting as naughty as possible. She could already see the deviously smiling Isabel on all fours on her desk with her skirt hiked over her bum to show off all of her trademark deliciously curvy legs and arse, dutifully awaiting Borden's trusty ol' paddle. She could bury her face in that playful cunt for hours.