Westminster Academy (Part One)

forty-four

My heart fluttered nervously as walked across the campus to the male dormitories. I knew that Henry wouldn't wait for me in his room, but in one of the punishment rooms in the cellar. 

Even though I was about to receive pretty harsh discipline - Henry wouldn't go easy on me - my whole body was tingling with excitement. It had been almost a month since Henry had actually punished me. There had been little spankings in between, but we both had been too busy and too focused on other things to really invest energy into being a dominant and a submissive. I couldn't wait to feel united again, and I did a good job of pushing the other thoughts away.

The graduation thoughts. The goodbye thoughts. 

All that mattered right now was being with Henry. Being touched by Henry, being kissed by Henry, and - first things first - being hurt by Henry. I wanted to absorb it all. 

One of the three doors was slightly open, so I guessed that he was waiting for me in there. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I knew that Henry had probably made a plan. I took a breath and slowly pushed the door open. My eyes wandered through the room and I realised that I had never been in this exact room before. The other punishment rooms were kept very simple, usually containing no more than a desk, two chairs and a cupboard with utensils.

This one was a bit different. There was a fireplace on the side, and even though it was July, Henry had lit a fire in it. Apart from the desk and chairs, there was a sofa, covered with rich, brown leather, and an armchair. The whole room seemed more welcoming, but also more serious. 

When I had taken it all in, I finally spotted Henry, leaning against the desk and watching me attentively. I gave him a smile, out of habit, but he didn't smile back.

Right. Because now is not the time to smile.

"I'm glad you're on time" Henry said, his voice heavy and authoritative. "Very wise."

I bit back another smile. "Of course, sir."

I wouldn't fight his authority today, since I had practically asked for this punishment. But I was still a bit amused. 

"Something funny, Azalea?" Henry asked, his tone a bit sharper.

I forced myself to hide my smile better. "No, sir."

"No" Henry confirmed and stood up straight. "I agree. Getting punished for weeks of betrayal is indeed not very funny."

My amusement died away within a second.

There's the guilt again. 

Henry took a few steps towards me, hands in the pockets of his trousers. When he was so close that I could smell his scent, he stopped and looked at me with an intensity that made it impossible to hold eye contact. I looked to the side, but his eyes still rested on me, making me nervous. 

"Kneel." 

A single command.

He didn't have to raise his voice, his natural tone carried enough dominance all by itself. My eyes shot up in surprise. I would probably never drop to my knees the second a man told me to, but a look in Henry's face told me that I shouldn't test his patience today. 

Still a bit unsure of myself, I lowered myself to the ground, kneeling down in front of my dominant despite my reluctance.

"Good girl" Henry praised, satisfied with my obedience. He knew how hard kneeling was for me, it had always been and it would probably always be. It meant a lot that I had done it without arguing. I avoided his eyes out of embarrassment. 

"Now, I don't want to get too far into the whole thing again" Henry said and started to slowly walk around me while he lectured. "I know why you did it, I know you didn't have malicious intentions, and I know you didn't particularly like doing it."