"Where are you?" Before Sunny could speak her rehearsed lie, Everett's voice sounds over the phone again. "Before answering, tell me what's rule number one?"
Sunny inhaled sharply. She felt warmer, and not from the sun. "Truth must be communicated between Sunny and her Doms at all times, Master."
"Good girl. Now, where are you?"
"A-At the cafe. I was going to class but got sidetracked and-"
"None of that." Ren's voice came next. Softer, more gentle than Everett's, yet still cut with that stern edge she craved. "Meet us in front of Easton." Nerves swarmed her, but anticipation pulled her towards the punishment rooms on autopilot. "And do try to be there in five minutes. Every minute you're late will add to your punishment."
"B-But Easton is on the other side of campus!"
"You may want to hurry then," Everett adds teasingly. Sunny breaks into a sprint before the line goes dead.
***
Sunlee Whitlock has been dreaming of walking the halls of Crescent Valley Institute for years. She doesn't just want the structure and discipline the title of submissive will grant her, she needs it. She's over-joyed upon receiving her acceptance letter, but Sunny struggles to adjust to her new environment.
It's a good thing Everett White and Ren Mori are all too eager to guide her.