Chapter Four

Well diary what an afternoon! What a way to spend my day off but alas I had to return to work on the following morning and boy was that dull; all those bitchy girls pounding away at the keys and me wondering if the naughty boy was still kneeling in Lesley’s schoolroom. Of course I realized that he would not be as she could not have kept him like that for so long, could she?

I resolved to find out for myself, and at lunchtime I rang the college where she worked mornings and finally got put through to her. The conversation had been dull; clearly she wasn’t going to talk openly on the telephone. I did manage to wangle an appointment with her for Thursday evening, but that seemed to me to be a very long time to wait. I believe diary that she was doing it on purpose, knowing that I was intrigued and enjoying making me wait and suffer. Lesley, I was beginning to understand, could be a real bitch harridan.

Between Monday lunch and Thursday, I must have fantasized about every person in the office being beaten and humiliated for one reason or another. Already the staff felt I was distant and uninterested in joining in their mundane conversations. How right they are, the sluts, for that is how I see them, are fixated on getting cock up their slits, whereas I would like to bend a cane over their well deserving arses.

This change in titillation should perhaps have concerned me, yet the thrills that rippled through me when I envisioned dominating someone, overrode any hint of concern. I had never before thought of having people bound or crawling at my feet. Never seen myself cane in hand, deriding a male or, for that matter, a female. Judging from the strength of my orgasms of late, I decided that I was probably a natural for doing just that!

The days dragged, despite my new insight, I had noticed that one particular girl in the office now seemed to pay attention to the more distant and self assured me. Her name was Clair and the one noticeable thing about her was that she seemed to vanish into the background, almost as though she wasn’t there.

She was on the periphery of the gaggle of other sluts but never really a part. As far as I could discreetly find out she was a loner, she had no boyfriend. She lived with her elderly mother it seemed, but then I lived with mine, so who was I to judge. All that I know is that occasionally, but with a sort of regularity, I would catch her glancing my way, not staring, but just a quick glance. At first I thought it was just me, yet over the last three days whilst I had to wait to visit Lesley I must have caught her looking a dozen or so times. I smiled at her once but she reacted like a scared doe and scampered from the office.

Thursday arrived and I still wasn’t sure what was going on in her mind. I had been unable to get close to her and therefore remained ignorant of her likes and dislikes. With it being Thursday, I forgot all about the shy doe and turned my attention towards this coming evening. I had decided that I was going to get answers to the tirade of questions filling my thoughts; I wanted to know and understand exactly what had been going on the other day and why she had invited me to her house, knowing full well that her naughty boy would still be in the classroom when I arrived.

To me it seemed obvious that she had deliberately controlled and manipulated the situation so that I might witness the punishment setting. I might be paranoid but I had even begun to doubt the telephone call; had that been real or was that also connived, just to get me out of there? Well tonight I determined that I would finally know.

The afternoon dragged slower and slower, the clock hands inched around the face until finally there was only fifteen minutes to go and diary, I can tell you they were the longest ten minutes of my life. Why ten minutes I can hear you wonder reader. Ten minutes dragged and then with five remaining the doe entered into the typing pool and walked bold as brass up to my desk. She was carrying a pile of papers which she deposited and then looking down at the pile, making sure that