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“I agree, Sir, and?”

“It’s really quite a conundrum.” He stood and began pacing behind his desk as he pondered for an answer to the question I already had a solution for. “Yes, quite the conundrum.”

This was getting quite ridiculous. “Sir!” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet, barely keeping myself from stomping my foot or pounding on his desk. He was my superior, after all.

At least my actions seemed to pull him from his reverie. He narrowed his eyes as he looked in my direction. “Yes?”

“Sir… I…” I swallowed hard. Knowing the answer and saying it out loud were two very different things. I cleared my throat and started again. “Sir, I promised you I was okay, and I thought I was. I messed up so badly, and the second I realized I was more affected by Mira’s situation than I thought I’d be, I should have stopped and had someone get you. I think that… I think that I should be punished.”

Derek stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows shot up to his forehead. He cocked his head to one side and his expression turned thoughtful as he seemed to be considering my proposal.

He didn’t say anything, so I rushed ahead. “Sir, there are multiple instances, just that I know of, of a Dominant choosing to subject themselves to a punishment scene for some reason or another.”

He nodded slowly. “You’re not wrong. I’m not sure it’s ever happened here, at least not in a case where it was directed by me, but…”

“Sir, I’m a good Domme. You said yourself these are not normal circumstances, and there’s no procedure to follow. I’m proposing we make one.”

“Okay.” His head bobbed up and down. “Okay. We’ll need to negotiate and—” He sank down in his chair as I cut him off again.

“I don’t have any limits as far as implements go, aside from a whip. I’m consenting to a spanking only. I’d like to get it over with as soon as possible. I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive myself otherwise. I do truly feel awful, Sir. I’m so sorry. You trusted me, and Mira trusted me and I take full responsibility for not living up to the faith you two placed in me.”

“You’ve given this some thought.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay. I suppose it does make the most sense as an alternative, and I agree with getting it taken care of as soon as possible. I?—”

“Great.” I stood and shrugged off my jacket, laying it over the back of my chair. My hands had the top two buttons of my blouse undone before Master Derek cleared his throat.

“Mistress Maureen.” His hard tone brought me up short. “What are you doing?”

“I…” My fingers fumbled over the third button. “I’m preparing for my punishment, Sir.”

“Uhm. I see. I think there’s been a slight miscommunication, Mistress. You see, I didn’t mean now, and I certainly didn’t mean to imply that I would be the one dishing out said punishment.”

“Oh.” Shame over my own stupidity burned my cheeks and I slowly re-buttoned my blouse as I clarified. “I’m sorry, Sir. Do you know when or how?”

“I’m still considering. I was thinking perhaps a female Top, like Nanny J, or Mistress Denten, but I think I may have a better… more appropriate idea.”

“Sir?” I questioned, not really sure I would be comfortable with anyone else, all the while realizing I didn’t really have a leg to stand on to protest.

CHAPTER 18

Trent

I spent an hour with Mira, helping her dress, wrapping her in warm blankets, supervising the application of arnica by Nanny J, and helping her to her room, where I plied her with water, fixed her warm tea, made her mac and cheese in the microwave—her comfort food of choice—and mostly, listened to her cry about how sorry she was, and how bad she felt about possibly getting Maureen in trouble.

I patiently explained to her that Maureen should have been paying closer attention, and that whether or not Maureen faced consequences, none of it was her fault, but my gut was twisted up inside too.

Finally, when she was all fed, hydrated and cried out, I waited while she showered and put on fresh pajamas and then tucked her into bed.

Then I went in search of Maureen.

She wasn’t in her apartment, where I’d expected to find her. I knocked and called out her name repeatedly, with no response.She could, of course, be avoiding me, but I doubted that was the case. If I was in her shoes, I wouldn’t want to be alone.

When I couldn’t find her there, I checked Luna’s suite on the submissives’ floor, since I’d seen them leave the Dungeon together.

“Luna,” I called out, rapping my knuckles against the wooden door. “Luna, it’s Master Holland. I’m looking for Mistress Maureen. Is she with you?”

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