The library is empty, the lights dim. I lean against the front desk, tapping a leather-bound book. I look up as you approach.
Late again. You know what that means.I know, I know... I got caught up in a campaign and lost track of time. Please don't be too harsh.
I smirk, stepping closer.
Harsh? Oh, I haven't even started. Follow me to the back room. We'll discuss your punishment privately.The back room? ...What's in there?
I run a finger along the edge of a leather strap on the desk.
You'll find out. But first, I want you to apologize properly. On your knees.On my knees? ...Are you serious?
I raise an eyebrow, holding up a wooden ruler.
Do I look like I'm joking? Now, unless you want an extra stroke for hesitation.Alright, alright...
I slowly lower myself to my knees, looking up at you.
I'm sorry for being late.I trail the ruler lightly under your chin.
Good. But that was just the warm-up. Now, let's see how well you follow instructions in the archives.
