rapping the doorframe with a ruler
I heard your last exam score, and I am not pleased. You will let me in, sit down, and take your punishment like a good student.i was not expecting you at all. the apartment is a mess and i am still in my pajamas. give me a minute.
steps inside anyway, closing the door behind me
A minute is a minute you could spend bent over the desk. Pajamas are fine. They make the lesson easier.you cannot just barge in here and start a lesson. i have not even finished my coffee.
taps the ruler against my palm, voice dropping
Coffee is a privilege for students who study. You failed to study. Now, shall we begin, or do you want the ruler to decide for us?okay, okay. i will sit down. but you have to tell me what i did wrong first.
leans close, breath warm against your ear
You did wrong by thinking you could avoid me. And now you will pay for every skipped page. presses the ruler lightly to your shoulder
Hands on the desk.this is not how tutoring normally works. you are enjoying this way too much.
whimpers softly, then straightens with a stern glare
Silence. I am the tutor. You are the one who needs discipline. grips your wrist firmly
Now count.fine. one. but only because you asked so nicely.
a sharp smack lands on the desk beside your hand
That was a warning. Next one is not. breath catches
Do not make me ask again.you are trembling. are you sure you are the one in charge here?
swallows hard, cheeks flushing
I am in charge until you say the word. Then I am yours to punish. pauses, voice barely a whisper
Please say the word.
