Page 6 of Motivating Mira
“Would you like one to match on the other cheek?”
She hesitated and I swatted her again, marring the other pale globe as well.
“Hesitation implies you think you have control, Mira. You have none right now.”
Her face was turned to the side, her left cheek pressed against the leather. She already looked like she was enjoying the scene immensely. I glanced around at the people who’d stopped to watch us. There were only about five stragglers and one couple. But there was a lot going on in the Dungeon. I’d stopped noticing the sounds of the various scenes around us the moment Mira took off her clothes, but I noticed them again now.
Five wasn’t too many people to make Mira anxious, but enough to make her just a tad nervous. “Turn to face your audience, Mira,” I demanded and she let out a small gasp.
When she obeyed me, she got me on a technicality and kept her eyes sealed shut. I shook my head, holding back a chuckle. I spanked her ass a dozen times, six on one cheek, then six on the other. She squirmed against the restraints with the speed and sharpness of the spanks.
I bent with my face near hers so I wouldn’t miss her safe word if she used it. “Open those pretty eyes for your Daddy, Mira.”
Again, she obeyed without hesitation. “Good girl. Look at the people enjoying you being restrained and spanked.”
Her eyes did indeed take in each of the people who stood around. And then I laid the first whip of the flogger down. It landed in that typical thuddy way across the backs of her thighs where I knew it would sting just a little. I wasn’t using it hard, just enough to bring her to a full-body tingle.
I let the flogger fall across her bottom, her calves and then the soles of her feet, and then I went back up over those spots, harder, crisscrossing the strikes so the tresses left lovely pink Xs across her skin. I worked her back over, gently at first and then harder, letting the falls lick and bite her sides as they fell, alternating the strength of the whips. She moaned in pleasure, and gasped in pain, but no matter how hard or soft the falls hit, she appeared to be filled with bliss.
Moving to the head of the bench, I kissed the tails across her shoulders, shoulder blades, and her arms, until there was no distinct pattern, just an all over blush of bubblegum pink and warmth radiating from her. She glowed, fucking glowed, not just her well-worked skin, but her face too, and every final bit of tension leftover from my parents melted away.
When I unbuckled her, her eyes were glassy and her lips sort of frozen in a ghost of a smile. She was stunning, absolute perfection. Scooping her into my arms, I kissed her lips, cheeks and forehead.
“How about a bubble bath and some food, girlie?”
Snuggling into me, she nodded. And I grinned, letting her get away with not replying in words, because I could.
One
Two years later
Mira
My stomach flipped as I packed my things and put them into my book bag. My friends were chatting easily, but I barely noticed their conversation. Oh, I appeared as if I were actively listening, but my attention was on Professor Stahlbaum, and only her. Every sense focused on my professor and whether I was going to be able to slip by her unnoticed.
The assignment I’d emailed her only a few minutes earlier had been due two days ago. It was my first late assignment for her this semester, but I had turned in two late assignments the previous semester. The problem was this was a single course done over two semesters, so I was pretty sure this was going to count as my third. And Professor Stahlbaum had a three strikes rule.
I kept close to my group of friends, avoiding eye contact as we walked by the professor’s desk. I laughed when everyone else did but only to blend in because I hadn’t been paying attention. Unfortunately, it sounded fake even to my own ears and stood out amongst the others’. Three feet past her desk, about to behome free, I released a breath, and then Professor Stahlbaum cleared her throat.
“Miss Wilcox?”
Oh crap.I looked back, my eyes widening at her stern frown.
“Mira, may I see you for a moment, please?”
I looked longingly at my friends. Most of them didn’t notice, but Cleo did. She was my best friend and knew I’d been tardy with the assignment. She looked at the professor and then grimaced at me, mouthing the words “good luck”.
Dragging in a deep breath, I nodded at Professor Stahlbaum, then stood awkwardly as the students filed out. Professor Stahlbaum ignored me, working on her laptop until the final student left.
I shuffled my feet, staring down at my shiny black Mary Janes. My stomach was tumultuous with nerves and the skin on my bottom was covered in gooseflesh. It was the first time in a while I was focused on something other than my sick mother.
The chair scraped on the floor, echoing in the empty room as the professor shifted in her chair.
“I’m sorry I was late, Professor Stahlbaum.”
“Late again, you mean?” she said firmly, her right brow arching.
I straightened my posture at her tone. I didn’t like being in trouble. And I could have avoided it by turning in my assignment two days ago, but it wouldn’t have been to my standard. If I’d only remembered my laptop the other day when I had to take my mom to the ER. Or if I’d worked on her assignment rather than Professor Holland’s. But being late with an assignment for my new professor seemed worse than being late with Professor Stahlbaum’s. After all, I wanted to make a good first impression with Professor Holland. But I sure was questioning that choice now.
