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Her suspicion was confirmed when he finally put the pen down and looked at her while taking his glasses off with one hand. Earlier, when he’d opened the door to welcome herinside, she thought he looked ridiculously hot. At the moment, he looked downright frightening.
“Sasha.”
She tried to speak, but her mouth was too dry. She licked her lips and managed to sputter out, “Yes, Sir?”
“First of all, stop looking at me like that. We are nowhere near being close enough for me to punish you corporally. You will be very clearly notified when I think that time has come.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“That does not, however, mean you will find any punishment comfortable.”
“Of course not, Sir.” Why was he talking about punishment?
“When I gave you the journal, I indicated written assignments had to be two things. What were those two things?”
“Insightful and grammatically correct, Sir.”
“Yes, and while I think these goals are insightful, the horrific grammar keeps me from ascertaining them completely.”
She flinched. “Sorry, Sir. Grammar has never been a strength of mine.”
He tilted his head. “You didn’t tell me this when I gave you my expectations yesterday.”
No, she hadn’t. “No, Sir.”
He held the journal and black pen out to her. “Come get these and flip to a page in the back.”
She hurried to do his bidding and stood by his desk, pen in hand and journal opened to a clean page.
“At the coffee shop we went over your position when I’m sitting in your presence,” he barked. “Either kneel or sit down.”
Fuck.
How could she forget so quickly? She sat down cross-legged on the floor and waited.
“Write ‘Infractions I Owe Master Johnson For’ on the top.”Her eyes shot up to meet his. He looked pissed. “You will be given a week’s warning before I collect.”
She wrote the title at the top with a shaky hand.
He nodded when he saw she’d finished. “Now write ‘Number One: Neglecting to inform Master Johnson of difficulties with grammar.’” He gave her time to write and then continued. “‘Number Two: Standing before Master Johnson whilst he is sitting.’” When she finished, he held out his hand. “Give me the journal and go back to kneeling in the middle of the floor.”
She swore her heart was going to pound its way out of her chest as she made her way back. He stood up and walked toward her, journal in hand.
“Usually when I find errors like yours in writing assignments, I use a ruler on my submissive’s upturned palms and then have her rewrite the assignment. I find the combination to be an effective learning method.” He lifted an eyebrow. “But you’re not ready for such a punishment.”
She wanted to look at the floor. She hated that she’d already disappointed him so deeply. Hated that there were already two punishments that would be looming between them. And she really hated that she wasn’t at the place where she could take what he thought she deserved for her actions.
“What are you thinking, little one?” he asked in a gentler voice.
His soft tone soothed her. “I don’t like disappointing you, and I’m disappointed in myself for not being able to take an appropriate punishment and having it hang between us as a result.”
“The fact that you’re not ready to be disciplined in a manner I see fit is not entirely your fault. You can’t blame yourself for that. And yes, I’m disappointed, but we’ll correct your behaviorand move on. I’m not one to hold grudges, Sasha, and I believe you’ll find I don’t dig up past offenses, either.”
Sasha could feel a small smile bloom at her lips. One of the things she liked about him so far was he seemed consistent. She always knew where she stood with him.
“I will share with you that one of my concerns in agreeing to this arrangement was the fear that you wouldn’t be open and honest with me. Outside of not telling me about your
Terrific insight
or
Excellent work.
Her suspicion was confirmed when he finally put the pen down and looked at her while taking his glasses off with one hand. Earlier, when he’d opened the door to welcome herinside, she thought he looked ridiculously hot. At the moment, he looked downright frightening.
“Sasha.”
She tried to speak, but her mouth was too dry. She licked her lips and managed to sputter out, “Yes, Sir?”
“First of all, stop looking at me like that. We are nowhere near being close enough for me to punish you corporally. You will be very clearly notified when I think that time has come.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“That does not, however, mean you will find any punishment comfortable.”
“Of course not, Sir.” Why was he talking about punishment?
“When I gave you the journal, I indicated written assignments had to be two things. What were those two things?”
“Insightful and grammatically correct, Sir.”
“Yes, and while I think these goals are insightful, the horrific grammar keeps me from ascertaining them completely.”
She flinched. “Sorry, Sir. Grammar has never been a strength of mine.”
He tilted his head. “You didn’t tell me this when I gave you my expectations yesterday.”
No, she hadn’t. “No, Sir.”
He held the journal and black pen out to her. “Come get these and flip to a page in the back.”
She hurried to do his bidding and stood by his desk, pen in hand and journal opened to a clean page.
“At the coffee shop we went over your position when I’m sitting in your presence,” he barked. “Either kneel or sit down.”
Fuck.
How could she forget so quickly? She sat down cross-legged on the floor and waited.
“Write ‘Infractions I Owe Master Johnson For’ on the top.”Her eyes shot up to meet his. He looked pissed. “You will be given a week’s warning before I collect.”
She wrote the title at the top with a shaky hand.
He nodded when he saw she’d finished. “Now write ‘Number One: Neglecting to inform Master Johnson of difficulties with grammar.’” He gave her time to write and then continued. “‘Number Two: Standing before Master Johnson whilst he is sitting.’” When she finished, he held out his hand. “Give me the journal and go back to kneeling in the middle of the floor.”
She swore her heart was going to pound its way out of her chest as she made her way back. He stood up and walked toward her, journal in hand.
“Usually when I find errors like yours in writing assignments, I use a ruler on my submissive’s upturned palms and then have her rewrite the assignment. I find the combination to be an effective learning method.” He lifted an eyebrow. “But you’re not ready for such a punishment.”
She wanted to look at the floor. She hated that she’d already disappointed him so deeply. Hated that there were already two punishments that would be looming between them. And she really hated that she wasn’t at the place where she could take what he thought she deserved for her actions.
“What are you thinking, little one?” he asked in a gentler voice.
His soft tone soothed her. “I don’t like disappointing you, and I’m disappointed in myself for not being able to take an appropriate punishment and having it hang between us as a result.”
“The fact that you’re not ready to be disciplined in a manner I see fit is not entirely your fault. You can’t blame yourself for that. And yes, I’m disappointed, but we’ll correct your behaviorand move on. I’m not one to hold grudges, Sasha, and I believe you’ll find I don’t dig up past offenses, either.”
Sasha could feel a small smile bloom at her lips. One of the things she liked about him so far was he seemed consistent. She always knew where she stood with him.
“I will share with you that one of my concerns in agreeing to this arrangement was the fear that you wouldn’t be open and honest with me. Outside of not telling me about your
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