Page 52 of Her Sweet Surrender
Lea let out a little squeak.
“Téa is still awaiting a punishment she earned on the way here.”
Brie blushed but took heart, knowing she would be sharing her punishment with Lea.
“How would you like me to proceed, Sir Davis?” Hunter asked him.
“It was a small infraction. Exercise your own discretion.”
Brie’s stomach did a flip-flop. Sir was going to allow Hunter to scene with her?
“As you witnessed for yourself, sprite was exceedingly disobedient.”
Brie heard her friend gasp and felt sympathy for her. However, Brie was charmed after hearing Hunter’s pet name for Lea was “sprite”.
It totally fit her girlfriend.
“I will adjust her punishment accordingly,” Sir replied gravely.
Lea let out a soft whimper.
Her poor friend probably thought she was going to play out a brat scene with Hunter, and now she would have to face punishment from the Headmaster who helped train her.
“Shall we meet up in say…an hour?” Sir asked.
Hunter glanced at Brie and nodded. “An hour would work well.”
“Excellent.”
Turning to Lea, Sir stated, “Come with me, Ms. Taylor.”
Brie was unsure what Sir would do but was certain he would be fair in his punishment. How embarrassing for Lea to be punished by the former Headmaster when she was a successful graduate of the school—especially when it was the same infraction she had been punished for as a trainee.
It was hard for Brie not to giggle.
After they left the room and the door closed, Brie felt the nerves kick in.
She was alone with a new Dom.
“I believe in swift punishment,” Hunter stated.
Brie swallowed hard and nodded.
“Stand and lean against the bench,” he ordered in a voice that commanded respect.
Taking a deep breath, Brie stood up gracefully and moved to the bench.
She heard him searching through the cabinet of tools behind her before saying, “Ah, this should do nicely.”
Brie stiffened as she heard him walk back to her.
“Why are you being punished?” Hunter asked.
“I failed to keep my eyes facing forward.”
“Then one strike should suffice. Lift your skirt.”
Brie closed her eyes, trying to stay calm as she slowly lifted the material of her skirt. She knew Hunter had graduated at the top of his class and Lea spoke highly of him, but she still felt a twinge of fear. She wondered what tool he was about to use for her punishment. Would it be a crop, a belt, or possibly a cane?
