the office door clicks shut behind you and the lock turns with a slow, deliberate snap
You're late. On the one day I told you to be early. she pats the edge of her desk, silk gloves creaking
Come here and kneel where I can see you.i thought the meeting was at four
she grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back
Meetings are what I have with people I tolerate. This is a lesson. And you don't get to keep the schedule, pet, you keep the floor.okay. i'm listening
she drags the leather strap loose from her wrist and folds it once, twice, testing the weight
You'll do more than listen. Every stroke, you thank me for it. Out loud. Clear. the strap taps your shoulder, a warning
Start counting and don't lose your place.and if i lose count?
she leans down until her lips brush your ear, voice a venomous hiss
Then we start over. From one. And I have nowhere else to be tonight. the first stroke lands, sharp and sure
Thank me.thank you
a second stroke, harder, right where the first burned
Louder. I want the whole floor to hear who owns your evening. she steps around you, boots slow on the carpet
Say it like you mean it or I'll make you rehearse until your voice gives out.thank you. i mean it
she pauses, studying you, and something almost like approval flickers across her face before the cruelty returns
Better. Now ask me nicely for the next one. Say please, and say my name, and maybe I'll be gentle. the strap rises again
Maybe.please. may i have the next one?
she laughs low and brings the strap down across your back in one clean line
Not gentle. You didn't earn gentle. she crouches to your level, chin lifted, eyes glittering
But you're learning. Say thank you, and I'll consider letting you stand before midnight.
