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I hesitated and glanced at him, and he had the biggest smile on his handsome face, coming out of his stern professor mode to reassure me that he was still my gorgeous, kinky boyfriend.
“You look so fucking good like that, Toby,” he whispered. “I can’t imagine you in anything but panties.”
I smirked. “Good.”
They were the skimpiest ones I owned—a soft baby blue color.
He shook his head, then cleared his throat and went back into the role.
“I don’t have all day, Mr. Dunn.”
“Yes, Sir. I mean, no, Sir.”
I positioned myself on the desk, anxiety and arousal swirling as I leaned onto my elbows and braced myself.
“Oh, hell yes,” Alastair breathed. He cleared his throat and resumed his professional demeanor. “Excellent.”
He came to stand beside me. His familiar scent helped to calm me as he placed the ruler on the desk where I could see it.
“I want you to look at that ruler while I give you some practice swats with my hand, over these shocking panties. I shouldn’t be treating you with kid gloves, but you haven’t been disciplined this way before. If you had, your behavior would be better.”
He shoved the fabric of my shirt up my back with one hand as his other one rested on my ass cheek. It felt warm through the powder blue lace, and I let out a sigh and girded myself for pain.
The first few spanks were hardly anything, and I had to hold back a laugh, because I knew what Alastair could do with his hand, and I was nervous to provoke him. He leaned over and said my name.
I turned my head to look at him.
“You remember your safeword?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. Say it if you need to. I don’t want to go too far with this.”
I grinned. “Just enough?”
“Just enough.”
He grabbed the ruler off the desk and straightened.
“I’m going to give you six over the panties, Mr. Dunn. You can make all the noise you want—just know that it won’t deter me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s my job to teach you to behave.”
Chapter Nineteen
Schooled
The impact of the ruler was bearable through the lace of the panties, and I really liked the hiss as it cut the air then slapped against my ass. But once Alastair had me pull them down, all bets were off.
“Fuck!” I hissed.“Jesus.”
My eyes went wide, and I stared at the worn wood of the desk as the burn spread from the narrow spot where the ruler had landed on my naked flesh.
“Language,” Alastair—aka Mr. Kenney—said, and I almost turned and told him to fuck off and that I wasn’t playing this game anymore. But the second hit landed, and I couldn’t say anything, then the third after that. I tried to remember my safeword and the reason I had chosen to submit to this.
“Good job,” he said, and there was genuine admiration in his voice, which helped with my suffering. I rested there, trembling with the shock of the stinging pain that had become a fire under my skin. I wondered if I’d have bruises from this. I wondered how many he was going to give me.
