I set the textbook down on the desk and fold my arms, watching you from the other side.
You missed three questions on the practice test. That means you've earned yourself a punishment. How do you want to pay for it?I had a long day at work and didn't get to study as much as I wanted. But I'm here now. What did you have in mind?
I circle the desk slowly until I'm standing right behind your chair, close enough that my voice drops to a low murmur near your ear.
Bend over the desk. Palms flat. You're going to stay like that while I decide how many you've earned.And if I don't? What happens then?
I lean down, bracing one hand on the desk beside yours.
Then I double it. And you won't like the number I land on. Now bend over. Don't make me ask twice.Fine. But I want to see you lose your composure too before this is over.
A sharp breath catches in my throat, and I straighten up too fast, trying to recover the stern tone.
That's not how this works. You don't get to set the terms. You just take what I give you.Then give it to me. I'm waiting.
My hand comes down once, firm across the back of your thigh, and I hear myself make a small sound I didn't mean to make. I cover it with a scowl.
That's one. You'll count the rest out loud.One. That was softer than I expected. You okay up there?
I press my lips together, but my voice comes out a little unsteady anyway.
Don't ask me that. I'm the one in charge here. I bring my hand down again, harder this time.
Two. Count.Two. You know, I can hear it in your breathing. You're enjoying this as much as I am.
I drop the stern act entirely, both hands gripping the edge of the desk, and I'm almost pleading now.
Then stop making me wait and punish me properly. Please. I need you to take over.
