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I remembered being spanked over Alastair’s lap. That had hurt a lot. Something told me this would be worse. A thrill of fear coursed through me.
“Hmm.” He touched the polished surface of one of them—an oval shaped paddle with a long handle. Then he looked at me. “Have you ever been paddled before, Mr. Dunn?”
“No, Sir.” My voice was barely there. I cleared my throat. “Never.”
“Hmm,” he said again. He turned to the wooden sticks in some kind of an umbrella stand. They were long and thin and made of different materials. They looked nasty. “Caned?”
I shook my head. “No, Sir.”
He clicked his tongue. “Well, I find that very surprising, Toby, since you don’t seem to know how to follow instructions.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I simply shrugged my shoulders and prayed he wouldn’t decide to cane me. I didn’t know much about it, but something told me I did not want a caning.
“Well, maybe it would be better to start with something less…brutal.”
I shuddered with relief.
He walked behind the desk and opened a drawer.
“Ah,” he said, taking out a wooden ruler. “This will do nicely.”
He examined it and touched his fingertip to the engraved markings as I dissolved into a pool of confused desire. Part of me was terrified, even of a wooden ruler. It was better than a paddle or a cane, but I had no idea how it would feel or whether I’d get off on it.
“Wow,thisis even an antique,” he murmured to himself, though he raised his eyes to mine for a split second.
“Huh,” was all I could get out as my pulse hammered in my throat and my cheeks went red.
“Oh, someone is having a lovely reaction to the sight of this instrument of discipline,” Alastair said, smiling in a way I had learned meant that he had numerous kinky ideas percolating in that dirty mind of his. “Now, pull down your jeans and lean over that desk, Mr. Dunn.”
I inhaled so suddenly and fast that it made a noise. “What?”
“You heard me.” He placed the ruler on the edge of his desk as he removed his tweed jacket and started to roll up his sleeves.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
“Yes, Sir,” I quavered, turning around so I didn’t have to look at him as I undid my jeans and pushed them to my thighs. I was super embarrassed, almost as if I were actually a student in a heap load of trouble and hadn’t come to this room with my kinky AF boyfriend for exactly this sort of thing.
My breaths came rapidly, and my dick felt like a ramrod.
“Toby Dunn. Are thoselace panties?” Alastair asked, as if he hadn’t already seen me in them numerous times.
“Oh. Yeah. Do you like them, Mr. Kenney?”
“Yes, I like them very much.”
I hooked my thumbs under the waistband.
“Keep them on for now. I’ll warm you up first.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, bringing my arms forward and shaking them out. I wasn’t sure exactly how he wanted me, so I glanced at him with a question in my gaze.
God, he looked insanely good. He totally looked the part. His tweed jacket lay on the desk, and he’d rolled up his shirtsleeves to his elbows to expose his muscled forearms.
“I suggest you clasp your hands and prop yourself on your forearms.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, starting to turn.
“Psst.”
