These stories don’t get many comments. A shame. I consider the writing to be well above average. Perhaps I am biased. But, they sure get the hits. 6 to 10 thousand a story. Only two more in the vault and then no more.

Another from the vault by the Divine Miss E

Late that night he saw the light on under her door. Probably cramming for that exam. He tapped on the door and eased it open. Instead of her forensic texts, she was propped up in bed perusing the latest Cosmo. “I thought you were getting ready for the national exam?”   “I’m tired of all that dull stuff. It puts me to sleep. Besides, I’ve been over it before. Surely I can pass an exam on material I’ve been teaching for two years.”  He gave her that pondering look. “I should think you would not be satisfied to just pass.”

The next morning he sat at the table, latte in hand, and glanced through the newspaper. Upstairs a great clatter arose and Elise flew down the stairs. “Please, my dear, a little decorum.”   She dashed out the door- “I’m late- I just realized I was supposed to be there at 7:30 instead of 8:00!”

The afternoon shadows were stretching across the floor when she finally came home. He walked in and sat beside her on the couch. “What was all that rushing about this morning? Do you remember our little talk two weeks ago about my expectation for you to organize your mornings?”   She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. How could she not remember?  Two weeks ago he had told her he expected her to be dressed and seated at the table for a civilized breakfast without fail. Her habit of late night websurfing had caught up with her and made her long to stay abed as long as possible. The little talk had also included a trip across his lap for reinforcement.

“Well, this was different. When I registered for my exam the board sent
me an entrance permit with the final instructions. I was just being thorough today when I got the permit out to double check the location. That’s when I noticed that although the exam didn’t start until 8:00, we had to check in by 7:30. Thank heavens I was being so careful!”  

She said all this bravely, but with a sinking heart. It never did any good.

“I see. Waited until the last minute to even read the instructions? ” 
His hand took her upper arm and pulled her over his lap. She expected this, and knew better than to resist. She prayed only that he would be finished before Dorothy came home. Nothing embarrassed her more than having someone else witness her punishment. After he administered a firm spanking, he set her on her feet.  “When you receive your test results, I expect to be informed. Because you refused to adequately prepare, you will have a piece of my paddle for each point missed.”   With a toss of her head, still smarting from her humiliation, “And what if I make a perfect score?”  “My dear, I
suppose I shall have to cane you for excessive pride.”   

4 thoughts on “”

  1. That is the way she was —With a toss of her head, still smarting from her humiliation, “And what if I make a perfect score?” “My dear, I suppose I shall have to cane you for excessive pride.”
    I can see her tossing her head and making the perfect score remark. And she always did make perfect scores.

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