looked like or what she was wearing, or maybe to bring him off over the phone.
But she could not have been further off. “I want you to spend some time online finding out about going back to school – I believe that the University of Phoenix has some excellent programs if you would be interested in doing it online rather than more traditionally.”
Maura hesitated. “You’re asking that I do something that I have absolutely no interest in.”
He didn’t hesitate one bit in replying, “And, should our relationship progress that far, I would occasionally do so in the future. Would you disobey because you were asked to do something that you didn’t want to do?”
She was already squirming in her chair, and they’d only been talking for less than five minutes.
The answer to that question was “no.” Part of submitting, to Elizabeth, was trusting her dom enough that, even if he had her doing something she detested, she would do it, out of respect – and possibly even love – for him. “Noooooooo . . .”
“Why doesn’t that answer reassure me very much, little girl?” he asked pointedly.
Elizabeth humphed into the phone. The man was too astute for his own good. “Well, I do retain my free will . . . “
“I’m not asking you to jump off a cliff, Elizabeth,” he replied with gentle reproach.
“I know that . . .” her voice was just shy of bratty.
“Well, then, I want you to take some time looking tomorrow and write me a comprehensive email the next day telling me what you’ve discovered.”
Her eyebrow rose. “You’re assigning me a term paper?”
“I’m giving you a chore to do,” he responded smoothly, “At least that’s how I know you’re going to approach it. I want to know what kind of classes they offer, how the ones you need could fit into your schedule, how much it’ll cost . . . everything.”
“I hate expository writing. I’d rather make it all up,” she almost whined, pretty much to herself.
His response was swift and sure. “That’ll get your bottom beat for sure when I check your references. I don’t mess around, Maura. Don’t be sloppy, and get your facts straight, or you’ll wish you had.”
Suddenly out of breath, she drew in a sharp lungful of air. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want it in my email no later than nine a.m. next Friday. And if it’s less than two thousand words, you’re going to be in serious trouble.”
Gulp. “Yes, Sir.”
True to the same form she’d had in high school, and what little of college she’d done, it was Wednesday night and she hadn’t written word one, nor had she so much as looked anything up so that she could write anything. She hadn’t heard from Simon all day, and was definitely out of sorts from the lack, pouting terribly in front of the computer, until an email showed up. Unexpected trip. No time to call. I’ll call you when I get back.
31
If she hadn’t known his email address, she might not have known who the heck it was from!! At first, she figured she had been granted a stay of execution, from having to execute that report. But as Thursday dragged on, she came to realize that he would never agree that his leaving had left her off the hook. He expected her to deliver that report by Friday, and from what she knew of the man, excuses and assumptions were not going to cut it, in any way, shape, or form.
Rolling her eyes all the way at what she’d gotten herself into, she began the awful thing, hating every ever-loving minute of it. The temptation to fill it out with occasional, negligible fictions was squashed every time she remembered what he’d said about the condition her bottom would be, and how if she didn’t get her facts straight, she’d wish she had.
That thought made her shiver from head to toe, but it also spurred her on, and, eventually, she was able to send off what she hoped with an inordinate fervor was what he would consider as a pretty good attempt. She hit send at eight-fifty-five a.m., and went
But she could not have been further off. “I want you to spend some time online finding out about going back to school – I believe that the University of Phoenix has some excellent programs if you would be interested in doing it online rather than more traditionally.”
Maura hesitated. “You’re asking that I do something that I have absolutely no interest in.”
He didn’t hesitate one bit in replying, “And, should our relationship progress that far, I would occasionally do so in the future. Would you disobey because you were asked to do something that you didn’t want to do?”
She was already squirming in her chair, and they’d only been talking for less than five minutes.
The answer to that question was “no.” Part of submitting, to Elizabeth, was trusting her dom enough that, even if he had her doing something she detested, she would do it, out of respect – and possibly even love – for him. “Noooooooo . . .”
“Why doesn’t that answer reassure me very much, little girl?” he asked pointedly.
Elizabeth humphed into the phone. The man was too astute for his own good. “Well, I do retain my free will . . . “
“I’m not asking you to jump off a cliff, Elizabeth,” he replied with gentle reproach.
“I know that . . .” her voice was just shy of bratty.
“Well, then, I want you to take some time looking tomorrow and write me a comprehensive email the next day telling me what you’ve discovered.”
Her eyebrow rose. “You’re assigning me a term paper?”
“I’m giving you a chore to do,” he responded smoothly, “At least that’s how I know you’re going to approach it. I want to know what kind of classes they offer, how the ones you need could fit into your schedule, how much it’ll cost . . . everything.”
“I hate expository writing. I’d rather make it all up,” she almost whined, pretty much to herself.
His response was swift and sure. “That’ll get your bottom beat for sure when I check your references. I don’t mess around, Maura. Don’t be sloppy, and get your facts straight, or you’ll wish you had.”
Suddenly out of breath, she drew in a sharp lungful of air. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want it in my email no later than nine a.m. next Friday. And if it’s less than two thousand words, you’re going to be in serious trouble.”
Gulp. “Yes, Sir.”
True to the same form she’d had in high school, and what little of college she’d done, it was Wednesday night and she hadn’t written word one, nor had she so much as looked anything up so that she could write anything. She hadn’t heard from Simon all day, and was definitely out of sorts from the lack, pouting terribly in front of the computer, until an email showed up. Unexpected trip. No time to call. I’ll call you when I get back.
31
If she hadn’t known his email address, she might not have known who the heck it was from!! At first, she figured she had been granted a stay of execution, from having to execute that report. But as Thursday dragged on, she came to realize that he would never agree that his leaving had left her off the hook. He expected her to deliver that report by Friday, and from what she knew of the man, excuses and assumptions were not going to cut it, in any way, shape, or form.
Rolling her eyes all the way at what she’d gotten herself into, she began the awful thing, hating every ever-loving minute of it. The temptation to fill it out with occasional, negligible fictions was squashed every time she remembered what he’d said about the condition her bottom would be, and how if she didn’t get her facts straight, she’d wish she had.
That thought made her shiver from head to toe, but it also spurred her on, and, eventually, she was able to send off what she hoped with an inordinate fervor was what he would consider as a pretty good attempt. She hit send at eight-fifty-five a.m., and went
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