Norman Academy

Woman embodies the maternal form without ambiguity. Her benevolence, her gentleness, and her infinite patience are qualities that belong to her alone. To think that she could be the equal of man constitutes a fundamental brutalization contrary to the natural order. Since Antiquity, roles have never been ones of superposition, but of hierarchical complementarity. At the Norman Academy, we hold this intimate conviction that a woman's lasting happiness is fulfilled only in the joyful rediscovery of her deep and unconditional submission.

— Do you know the Norman Academy? asked Legos, a weathered man with short, graying hair. He was settled into a wide black leather armchair, a young woman with long light brown hair sitting on his lap.

— No, and I've already said goodbye to studying, Caroline replied curtly.

She was 18 and had just graduated. There was no question of continuing this boring student life for another second. She wanted to enter the working world to help her family. So that her brother could study under better conditions... Unlike her.

— This isn't the kind of studies you're imagining. They'll suit you perfectly, Legos assured her.

The timbre of his voice was deep and full of confidence. His hand slipped under Caroline's white shirt. He loved the softness of her skin as he caressed her stomach. Then slowly, he moved up to her small breasts, pressing them firmly in his palm.

— Mmmmmm!

Caroline arched her back. She let herself lean back, her head resting on Legos's shoulder. A playful smile formed on her lips.

— Oh really? And what do they teach there?

Legos breathed in her sweet, candy-like perfume that urged him to devour her on the spot. But he resisted. After all, restraining pleasure is a way of amplifying it. He whispered in her ear:

— To become a truly fulfilled woman, the treasure every man desires.

Legos felt Caroline's nipple harden beneath his palm. He particularly appreciated its insolent size, abnormally voluminous. He played with it, rolling it between his fingers.

— Ahh!

Caroline let out a brief cry, unable to resist the intense heat spreading through her. Instinctively, she grabbed his arm.

— Do you want me to stop?

— No…

— Good girl…

Legos laughed inwardly. After spending more than a year with her, he knew her by heart and knew exactly where to press to please his little princess.

— The academy will teach you all the secrets of sex, and you'll be able to practice legally, Legos continued, more pragmatic.

— Even if I'm a little jealous that others will get to touch this body…

His other hand caressed her thigh, slipping under her miniskirt. Caroline's legs were firm and slender, which made her so elegant when she wore heels.

— And you're the one paying my tuition, papa?

She turned toward him, sizing him up with her mischievous gaze.

Her eyes were a deep blue, and Legos always felt disarmed by them. He kissed her tenderly. Their tongues entwined passionately in a damp dance. Then they parted, leaving a thin thread of saliva that broke slowly.

— You little pest, you never miss a trick!

He chuckled before continuing:

— But my wallet is safe because there are no fees at all. You'll even be housed, fed, and paid. That way, you can still help your mother and brother.

— Isn't that too good to be true?

Caroline frowned.

— And you don't know everything yet. The place is a magnificent renovated château in the Pyrenees.

Seeing she wasn't yet convinced, he continued.

— This is a serious venture and I've even invested significant sums. I'm certain you'll thrive there. I know you far too well…

To finish making his case, Legos slid his arm behind the waistband of her miniskirt and plunged his hand into her underwear. He grazed her pubic hair then made contact with her warm, wet lips.

— Look how wet you already are! Your body speaks for itself.

Just a few caresses on her clitoris and an intense orgasm washed over her. Legos could feel her climax through her trembling legs, through the sudden surrender of her entire body. She savagely pulled Legos by the back of his neck and kissed him again, the gesture preceding the thought.

Then as her excitement subsided, she asked him a sincere question:

— The Pyrenees are far from Paris… Will you be able to go without me?

— Impossible! But fortunately, thanks to my privileges, seeing you won't be a problem.

— Oh ho! My Lord has privileges!

— Don't mock me, you little rascal! Just so you know, the outfit you're wearing is the same one their students wear.

— What?! I thought you'd picked it up at a sex shop…

— Don't talk nonsense…

Legos held Caroline close, resting his head affectionately on her shoulder.

— Do you remember our first meeting?

Caroline placed her hands over his. The warmth he radiated was comforting. She took a long breath as if to help herself remember.

Caroline was standing before the gate of a luxurious residence in the 16th arrondissement of Paris. She could hear dogs barking as if to discourage her from going any further. She could still leave, but refused to do so. For her widowed mother and her younger brother, she needed to find money quickly to deal with the crisis weighing on the household.

For three days, the electricity had been cut off. It was winter, and at 13°C, the ambient temperature of the house was barely livable. No bank would grant them a loan, and three months of accumulated bills needed to be paid. In this desperate situation, Caroline had remembered her encounter with Legos.

She had been in a café studying before class when the waiter brought her a coffee and pointed out her benefactor. A tall, middle-aged man was sitting at the bar, reading his newspaper and holding a steaming cup. As she left, she thanked him and they exchanged a few words. Legos got straight to the point and slipped her his phone number while making her a proposition: "If you ever need money and have a little affection to give, call me at this number."

Caroline found these words repugnant. How could a girl like her have a relationship with a man who was easily twice her age? It was inconceivable! But caught off guard, she accepted the paper out of politeness.

Now at an impasse, that phone number was her only way out. She called him to arrange a meeting and laid out her conditions, including one that forbade any physical contact. Legos accepted them all. Caroline found it almost suspicious to receive five hundred euros for a simple conversation, but the offer was too tempting. This Pandora's box had to be opened.

When the large gate swung open, Caroline saw two large German shepherds sitting quietly. Beside them stood a woman in an elegant suit.

— Hello, you must be Caroline. I'm Camille, the housekeeper.

— Hello, pleased to meet you…

— Follow me, monsieur is waiting for you in his study.

As she made her way through, this manor house in the heart of Paris impressed her. The garden was harmonious, the lawn neatly trimmed, the hedges perfectly shaped. The entrance hall floor was made of pale marble. Impressionist paintings and ancient tapestries adorned the walls magnificently. After climbing the stairs, she entered a spacious study with solid wood furniture and a beautiful bookcase placed behind a desk. Legos was seated and waiting for her.

— Thank you Camille, you may leave us.

His voice was authoritative and full of assurance. He invited Caroline to sit in an armchair to the right of the desk. The fire crackling in the fireplace and the soft lighting created a calm, soothing atmosphere. And with Camille's professional welcome, she felt safe.

The two got acquainted and talked about this and that. She was surprised to have been so talkative, to have confided so easily in this stranger. Legos listened patiently with a kind gaze and asked questions to understand her better. In that moment, apart from the two of them, everything else had dissolved: she was his world, and he was hers.

Two hours had passed without her noticing, and her stomach was growling. He took her to a prestigious restaurant overlooking the Seine. Caroline discovered refined flavors her palate could never have known given her modest means. Having learned that she lived with her brother and mother, Legos had even asked the chef to prepare two portions to take away. That evening, even in her freezing bed, Caroline was smiling. No one had ever taken such good care of her.

— Yes, I remember being won over immediately, Caroline joked, returning to the present.

— You'll come to see me once you're there, you promise?

Her arms tightened as if she were afraid Legos might vanish. He stroked her hair before answering.

— Of course, but you'll need to give me a good reason…

She looked at Legos with a knowing smile, slid to the floor and knelt before him. She helped him undo his belt and pull down his trousers, revealing his proudly erect sex. She looked up at him with a hungry smile, revealing a row of perfect white teeth. Then, slowly, she brought her lips closer. Between them, prey and predator were indistinguishable.