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I sobbed, “Two, Sir.”
The third caught me at the junction of my thighs, and I screamed. “Ow! Three, Sir.”
“You are doing beautifully, Harmony. You’ve got this.”
Swish—Crack!
The evil rod landed again.
“Owie! Please no more.”
“Be a good girl, Harmony, and count, or I will begin again. Don’t test me.”
Testing him was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. “Four, Sir.”
Swish—Crack!
“Five, Sir.”
“Good girl. Halfway there.”
Even with the tears leaking down and mingling with the snot from my nose, I mustered a smile at his words, an epiphany hitting me with as much intensity as the damn cane. It wasn’t the words that made me smile, it was the person who spoke them. If I was in Master Derek’s office going through the punishment, would his words of encouragement mean as much? Or if Mr. Chambers, the dorm disciplinarian, was delivering the spanking? Despite both men being very attractive, I realized that words spoken by either of them wouldn’t affect me in the same way as when Gray said them.
The last five came down with no break in between, and I counted to the end before the full sting of the last few swats was felt. But as the unbearable sting burned through me, Gray helped me to a standing position and pulled me into a hug. His hands moved in a soothing circular pattern over my back. I knew he was tall, but I’d never been in his arms before. He was really tall. My nose barely reached his neck. I snuggled into his hard muscled chest and allowed him to comfort me.
All the while he said good girl in soft tones close to my ear. When the sobbing and tears turned to hiccups, he finally pressed me back and gazed into my eyes.
“Do you have any other classes today?”
“Just yours after lunch, Sir.”
Gray glanced at the wall clock above his desk. “Are you hungry? Why don’t I take you to lunch? I’d like the chance to talk to you in a more informal setting.”
Normally this would have been a dream come true, but I must have looked atrocious, and I didn’t think I could sit across from him looking like I did.
“I need to clean up a little first.” I spoke quietly, hoping I didn’t just ruin my chances. What if he thought I was turning him down?
“Of course. How about I escort you to your dorm and then we can meet at the cafeteria at, say, noon? That will give us an hour before we need to get to class.”
“I’d like that.”
We exited the office and both Gray and I collected our belongings before closing the classroom door.
“Do you know the best thing about you coming to lunch with me, Harmony?”
My breath caught as I tried to think about what he could possibly say.
“No, Sir, what would that be?”
I held my breath for the answer. What if he was about to confess his undying love for me, and I looked like I’d just awakened from a weekend bender with three days of makeup streaking down my face?
“You won’t be late for class.” Gray chuckled, sliding my available arm through his as we strolled down the hallway toward the elevators.
Not what I was expecting, but I would take it, for now.
After a minimum of primping, I felt cute enough to face the world again. And Gray. I headed to the cafeteria, my mind turning over a rush of thoughts about what had happened and what this conversation would be like.
Of course, what I wanted was to hear how wonderful I was and how he was thinking about me the same way I’d been thinking of him ever since New York—and a hundred times more since the spanking he’d just delivered to my needy butt. But a part of me I didn’t really recognize–an insecure part–was worried that I hadn’t taken my spanking well enough. That I hadn’t made him happy. And I wanted to.
