But it felt good to feel his hands there. The heat of his fingertips. That subtle squeeze of my cheeks.
“It was brave of you to come here,” he said.
I steadied my hands. They were shaking. I needed to focus. “All I want is for you to give me a chance,” I said. He studied me, his eyes searching. “I need this. Even if I do the entire project by myself, all I need is your signature, saying you helped. But either way, I need you.”
“Need is an interesting choice of words.” I knew that. I almost regretted it, but I couldn’t take it back now.
“It’s accurate,” I said. “Please.”
This was humiliating, but it was my last chance.
“Did you really think surprising me here would get you the answer you wanted?”
I held my breath, letting it out slowly. I didn’t know for sure. My other tactics hadn’t worked. I knew that I was running out of options.
“All I’m asking is for you to consider it,” I said. “The deadline for the Intent to Submit form is next week.”
He stepped back, returning to his table of instruments. I stared at the wooden paddle, thick and hard, waiting in the middle of the display. Staring back at me. Taunting me. How would it feel on my bare skin? With Nate’s force behind it?
“We’ll talk on Monday,” he said, arranging the instruments on the table.
Monday? “Does that mean it’s a yes?”
He swung around with narrowed eyes. “It means I have yet to decide whether or not to report you for showing up on private property uninvited.”
“But I—”
“Monday,” he said again. He grabbed my shoulders and faced me towards the exit. He let go. A sliver of disappointment tensed my shoulders, knowing that he was back at the table. Not with me.
So that was it. He hadn’t said yes or no. But I had to wait. Nerves crawled through my stomach, and I clenched my arms around myself. Why had I liked the spanking? Why did it feel good to feel him around me like that? And was it the act of being spanked that turned me on, or was it him, Dr. Evans, that I liked most? The thought of being alone with him in a room again made me anxious. He wouldn’t spank me in his office, but would I be able to keep my steady composure?
It was going to be a long weekend.
