Lines. Write down each sentence ten times in your most perfect handwriting, it said.
Next sticky.
If a line doesn’t meet my standards, you will need toredo.
Next sticky.
Remember. Everyone is watching us.
Another sticky.
Begin, was written in big letters like the shot of a starter gun.
I put the next sticky on top of the others.
I am a slut in the library. I am dying to be fucked.
Petra looked at me with alarm. I knew she wouldn’t want to write the filthy lines I had prepared. This, of course, made it the best possible thing for her to do in the best possible place. I was in heaven. The air vibrated as I stared hard at the pen, to indicate she needed to pick it up and get going.
I think she hoped I was just kidding around. Except the other part of her knew that I wasn’t. I never kidded around when I delivered an order to her. She picked up the pen and slowly started to write. Petra’s head was almost kissing the page, her writing achingly slow to avoid making a mistake.
I flicked her thigh to indicate to hurry up. I had other stickies. This was going to take all day if she didn’t get a move on. Finally, she raised her head and put down the pen.
I am slut in the library. I am dying to be fucked,was written with one mistake crossed out. Misspelling library with extra letters. Pointless. Possibly a mistake on purpose, since Petra always aimed for perfection.
I used my red correcting pen and circled her mistake. I kept circling, making a violent oval around her mistake. The shape of her mouth open and screaming. The pen dug into the page like I wanted to dig into Petra’s skin.
I pulled out my corrective sticky which I’d thought I would need, at least once with her.
I said, no mistakes are allowed. Underlined twice.
Again,said the second sticky.
I wanted to spank her. I wanted to yank up her dress and pull down the flowered panties she liked to wear and push her over my knee. But we were in the Special Room Art Stacks. I couldn’t do any of those things. I had to rely on my eyes, my red pen, my sticky notes. It was getting just as painful for me as it was for her. Yet again, our beautiful reciprocity. Feeding off each other, hungrily.
I am slut in the library. I am dying to be fucked.
I reviewed the lines the second time, this obscenity written ten times in unwavering penmanship. There was nothing I could correct. I wanted to turn the page. Give her the next sticky.
I traced my finger over Madonna’s, the one that sunk into her lips. Petra spread her legs slightly, but wide enough for folds of her skirt to land between her eager thighs.
I tapped the page. Petra turned it.
Madonna was tied to a black chair with thick, white rope, her head thrown back. Her tits were being blessed by an androgynous minx with a shaved head.
I knew Petra wished she was tied to the chair instead of Madonna.
Everyone in the library is studying. But I am looking at filthy pornography.
Petra knew, again, to write her lines, ten times.
Again, she intentionally made a mistake on two lines with the wordpornography. Petra meekly grinned. I hated when she played stupid. When she played games. She wasn’t usually such a brat, but she was taking advantage of the situation I had created. No talking in the library. I cursed myself.
I again aggressively circled her mistakes with my red pen, serving as a metaphorical paddle against her ass. I circled the page until it almost ripped in my annoyance.
Madonna, up against a wall in shiny, thigh-high patentleather boots. Wearing an array of black fetish gear and chains hanging every which way. She was holding the head of another androgynous woman who was on her knees, her face pushed into Madonna’s black leather-covered cunt. Madonna was wearing the same hot panties she had fingered earlier. Madonna calmly held her hands on either side of her sex servant’s head to keep it in place.
Petra swooned. Her brown eyes glassy and large. She loved it when I took charge. She loved it when I manhandled her head while forcing her to go down on me. This photo was perfect. Madonna had a nonchalant look on her face even though they were in public. Dangerously close to being discovered any minute.
