Page 14 of Teach Me
‘Have you ever been spanked?’
‘Umm…’ I stumbled as I pushed off the desk. He grabbed my arm and steadied me.
‘Well?’ He sampled the fingers he’d used to make me forgo all ethical considerations. Mortified by his brazen move, I stared at his shoes.
‘Eyes on me, Ophelia.’
Cheeks aflame, I raised my chin.
‘Where’s all this shame coming from?’
‘I’m not ashamed.’ I forced myself to appear nonchalant as he sucked off the last drop of my juices. ‘You’re just very…’
His brow lifted. ‘Yes?’
‘Unrestrained.’
He smirked as he retrieved a fresh form. ‘I’m very much in control of myself, Ophelia. Sex is a tool I’ve spent many years learning to master.’ He handed me the clipboard, and like a good girl, I accepted it. ‘You didn’t answer my question. Have you been spanked before? As a child, perhaps?’
‘No, never.’
‘Hmm.’ He sat behind his desk. ‘Complete the form honestly, then I’ll give you your assignment for the week.’
‘Give me – I thought that was my first assignment.’ I gestured outside. ‘Anyone could’ve seen us.’
‘Fingering you in my office during daylight hardly counts as exhibitionism. I have to push your limits more than that.’
I gaped. What else did he have in mind? Dr Braithwaite’s small smile gave me no clues. I quickly put the form on the free chair to pick up my clothes.
‘Not yet.’
‘What?’
‘You’re a beautiful woman. It pleases me to see you naked.’ He glanced at my boots, the corner of his mouth tipping up again. ‘In those, you’re fucking stunning. I haven’t been this hard in years,’ he added, adjusting himself.
‘But you didn’t?—’
‘You have to earn your rewards.’
What did that mean? He pulled a paper from his neat stack, dismissing me again, so I sat in the other chair and tried to focus on the questions, but there was something else I needed to know.
‘Are you a Dominant?’
‘Yes,’ he drawled like it was the most obvious question I could’ve asked. And I suppose it was.
‘And a member of…’ I squinted at the form. ‘The Aurora?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then you must have done everything on this list?’
‘I imagine so.’ He pulled the cap off a pen and scribbled something on a paper.
‘Then why me? There must be dozens of submissives you can, eh, be with? Women who are…’
‘Who are what?’ He put his pen down and pinned me with another firm stare. ‘More experienced? More promiscuous than you? Obedient subs who would bend over my desk without objection?’
‘Forget I asked,’ I muttered, refocusing on the form.
