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I dropped my eyes and put my hands back on the desk.

"Good," he said in a tone of voice so matter-of-fact that I was ready to swear he did this all the time. Maybe he did.

"Now bend over."

Shit.This was so utterly, unbelievably humiliating.

I lowered myself carefully, bending my arms at the elbows, uneasily conscious that for whatever strange reason, I was already wet in his presence.

An unconscious reaction to the memory of what happened here last night, I self-diagnosed with more hope than accuracy. I held my breath, waiting for the first blow to fall.

John took his time. He surveyed my shamefully abject position first before he went around the desk and stood behind me. Even when I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel the burning impact of his gaze on my skin.

And I was wearing a skirt today, of all things. It was a plain black linen one, paired with a matching black jacket and a stark-white top for contrast. Oh, the irony. In the morning, I thought it made me look like a professional adult.

Now it just made me perfect for the role of a disobedient schoolgirl, bent over the principal's desk. I winced.

The ruler swished down and hit me squarely on the ass cheeks. I bit the inside of my lips.

What a time to discover that I was really, really into being punished.

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John

Thwack!

The sound of the ruler hitting the soft flesh of her ass cheeks vindicated a lot of the anger I felt when I pictured her in that stupid purple car.

I smacked her again, eliciting a tiny moan from her parted mouth. Her legs had begun trembling.

Perfect crescent moons leading down to the longest legs.

I wanted her. I wanted to bend her over that damn desk and fuck her brains out. But first, she needed to be taught a lesson. So, I brought the ruler down on her butt once more.

"Ow," she cried out, wincing slightly. A slender crease remained where the surface of the ruler had touched the back of her coat. My eyes narrowed.

"Too much?" I asked her, conscious that this was not ordinary.

Her back arched, and she turned her face to the side to look at me, challenge rife in those glacial eyes.

Like the first whispers of dawn over a sea. Like silver and storm clouds, the drizzling of rain.

Shut the fuck up and focus, John. You have no business writing sonnets over her eyes.

A sonnet that is getting out of hand.

Her lips slanted in a half-smile. "Is that all you had to say, sir?"

The ruler came down once again, sharp and insistent. She cried out. "Yes!"

She's enjoying it.

"Do you always respond this way to punishment, Miss Davenport?"

The slant widened. "No, sir."

Thwack.This time, it was the palm of my hand making contact with her coat.

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