Kehshathria New Chapter Twenty-Two

Kehshathria New Chapter Twenty-Two


                 

                                    ***Diana***


          During breakfast today, Saturday, I asked the Mistress "I thought that all reform masters where the same, but George makes that reformer look different.  Like you aren't insecure, you don't punish us to control us, don't all reformers go by those rules?"

"There are many levels to this profession. " She started to explain. " What a good question, Diana.  No not every Reformer is of the same stature, and as you noted there are differing classes. A Reformer and a Reform Master.  Reformers are trained to deal with common applications of discipline and authority, suited to the psychology they are most fluent in. For example, Mistress Talmuern Is only suited to deal with child psychology.  Well she was at the time, am sure that George is cooking up another installment for us, humm?"

"But still, Reformer, Ms.T had to have been trained in the same studies. What about that verse I read the other night, something about self reflection is needed in choosing student reformers."

"George, take a look at the copyright year on the book. You will find it's ideas a little dated.  The old ways where filtered down and compartmentalised to compensate population growth. We needed specialised reformers, there are different grades of skill, most are trained to handle specific kinds of discipline.  Unfortunately a few are not even reformed themselves, and it is a shame what our profession has deteriorated to."

"Reformer, why do you seem a little bit more than professional in your interest of my destroying MsT?"

"I like to study how people operate.  I enjoy their moments of clarity, when they understand. When their shield drops.  Almost like you , George, enjoy when they realise you have taken them as they are."

"Wait I am just a run away... I technically would n't be bad enough to be sent to a Reform Master, so why am I here?"  I protested.

"Makes you wonder doesn't it?  See, someone like me belongs here. " George quickly bit his lip, "Dang nab it." And we all agreed he belonged here alright.

"Diana, the best I can figure is that Your father has heared of me by reputation. And pulled some strings to make sure you had the best opportunity to grow.  I agree, there isn't anything wrong with you, not to be sent to me. In all honesty.  But I enjoy your company all the same.  What would I have been like if I had to eat Jerry's cooking for two years?"

"Oh so I'd still get stuck with the landscaping?....Oh great." George said and then we started  clean up, and Mistress and  I went grocery shopping.


During the drive I was lost in thought, Mistress had music blaring, good music too. Not bad taste for a leather head. 


  About a month after mom died, my dad restructured our lifestyle. We had chores and schedules, and rules. He started with the yes sir no sir stuff. And worse of all he said we had to dress like ladys now. 

Holy shit, mom let us pick our own style, mom listened to us , now it was Sargent dad.  O sorry, officer dad a few months later, and all that crap was political. He had to make a point being a single father of two daughters.   I could not stand it.  But I was afraid of him, and I love him. I have seen him save lives.

I have, once in a restaurant someone was choking and he didn't miss a beat with the gastric expulsion method. "Always be prepared for emergencies, and always stay calm, you can always panic later." he always said. *rolling my eyes*  He's so corny oh my god!

'Oh...err  clean up your plates ladies, or imps will come after the scraps and build a colony under you bed.'  Oh that one used to scare the shit outta me.  But then ok  yeah yeah the imps, good night dad.  

 I am staring out the window, watching trees and houses and signs pass by the air is cool and i feel good today.  "Mistress, I've seen his back. He is covered with them.  "

"Yes. He has come near to death a few times." 
"Why does a person take so much?"
"Sometimes they are not given a choice, and sometimes it is because they have chosen.  George carries both kinds of scars. "
"What kind of scars are yours Mistress?" And she raised the front of her shirt for me to see the five scars. "These are because I chose incorrectly."
"And you have given scars, too."
"Only when necessary, Diana."
"Have you ever reformed anyone without touching them at all?.. Mistress.  " I accused politely.
"Yes, Juliean Gyn  She was 24 years old and a self-hating alchololic, who's crime was unintentional vehicular manslaughter. Her victim was a 16 year old boy on a motor cycle." The story of it is heart breaking, Diana, and not appropriate at this time. But Juliean came to my door frame argumentative. I had to silence her,  so I threw her file at her. And , still  remaining seated, I said "You may not move from that spot until you make the right decision. You may speak freely to me, have your say, but I will not respond to you Until you make the right decision. But I do assure you that if you move out of place before you make the correct decision, there will be an instant chamber visit.

"When you are finished speaking, you will have my rules and we will work out getting along better here in the living room. "...... And from that point  until she was reformed, her only punishment from me was to stand, naturally where ever I wished to stand her at that moment."

You never talked with her either? I find that hard to believe." I said, She rolled her eyes. " No I talked with her sometimes...details are private, none of your business. What are you wanting to be a reformer  now, Diana?

"Oh. no... I don't think so, just playing with the idea, I mean.....George...like a super reformer spy guy?"
"Hummm, I don't believe he was permitted to mention anything. Thank you Diana."
" Aw , dang it..No please, don't say anything ...man Mistress, your too tough."