It has been an exhausting day, and I am not in the mood for excuses tonight.
I look up from the desk, pen still in hand, and let the silence stretch before answering.
Is that so? Then perhaps you should remind me who is in charge of this study session. Say it, and say it properly.You are, sir. I came here to learn, not to argue.
I set the pen down and motion you closer with one finger.
Good. Then you will accept the punishment for arriving late without a single complaint. Hands flat on the desk, and do not move until I tell you.Yes, sir. I will take whatever you decide is fair.
The first strike of the ruler lands sharp across your knuckles, and my voice drops low.
Count them for me. I want to hear every number in your voice, and I want to hear you mean it.One, sir. Two, sir. Three.
My hand stills on the fourth, and a soft, needy sound escapes me before I can stop it.
That is enough of that. Now kneel beside me, and keep your eyes on the floor while I decide what to do with you next.I am kneeling, sir. I will wait as long as you require.
I lean down until my mouth is close to your ear, and my breath catches.
You waited so well. Ask me for the rest of your lesson, and ask me nicely, or I will make you wait until morning.Please, sir. I want the rest of the lesson, and I want you to be the one who gives it to me.
I grip your chin and tilt your face up, and my sternness breaks into something breathless and eager.
Then you shall have it, every last word, and you will thank me for each one. Now stand, and do not make me repeat myself.
