"Sir"

I sometimes don't know how I control myself. I try to hard but sometimes I lose it and zone out. My imagination is so extreme that at night when I think of him, I can't and I feel my body responding to the memory of him, to the ghost of his touch.

"Sit down, before I punish you." He says, with his teeth clenched and right hand gripping the ruler in his hand. I gasp as he towers over me, face inches from mine...My heart pounds and I feel the wetness dripping onto my undergarments. I flush as I reach towards the chair and sit down swiftly.
"You do know that you have been SUCH a naughty girl. That means I'm going to still have to punish you."

I look down and bite my lip.
He begins to remove his shirt and I must do the same.

"Turn around and lean over the desk and count, baby girl."

"Yes, SIr."