My Possessive Dom

Chapter 4

After all that went on yesterday, I was exhausted. It was nice to have a lazy day before the start of classes. I actually only have two classes and only four days of the week, so this luckily isn't like normal school. My first class of the day is called "instrument familiarization 1: mixed" and then I got to choose an elective type class. I chose "crafts" and as cheesy as it may sound, I really hope we make some cool things I can bring back to show off, not that I care what Caleb thinks I just like the things I make.

"Get up sleepy head." Caleb says as he walks into my room.

"Already there," I say, poking my head out of the closet.

"Excited?" He asks.

"Restless," I reply. "what does this class mean?" I say and point to my first period on my schedule.

"You'll be learning about the things we'll try here, just so you're prepared and knowledgeable."

"Oh so they're just going to teach us? And what does it mean when it says mixed?"

He chuckles a little before answering, "well it's more of a show and tell class and the mixed part means your instructors are doms."

I look up at him unsure and I'm guessing that's what leads his further explanation.

"You'll be paired up with a dom and they'll show you the ropes. No pun intended."

"So you're going to this class with me?" I ask. This is great. Not only does he get to spank me here but I have to get spanked for my classes as well.

"No. It'll be somebody else."

That is more unsettling than if it were to be him. The immediate thought of him doing what he's done for the past two days four days of the week was enough to make me blush and feel a feeling I'm too scared to explore.

"Today's just going to be the intro, so you won't have to worry about that just yet," he says. He probably saw the worried look on my face.

"Why can't it be you?" I ask with a small voice, looking at the floor.

"I have my own classes and the doms in your class took it as their elective."

"Oh okay" I reply, not fully satisfied by that answer.

Caleb walks over to me and gently holds my head in his hands.

"You're going to be alright." He says with a kiss on my forehead.

My forehead tingles from where he just kissed it, or maybe I'm imagining it. This is the most affectionate I've seen him and I realize he's been so different everyday that I've been here. He confuses me.

"Thank you," I say, smiling shyly.