"Hey ". seems sheepish, her head is down, perhaps from pangs of guilt from having caused you to get turned in.
"Can I come in, please? I just need to talk to you for a minute."
You push your head out of the partially opened door, peeking to each side to assure yourself that Miss Stoller is not again simply lurking around an unseen corner. Assured of your safety, you grab 's wrist, pull her inside, and shut the door.
"I'm sorry about getting you in trouble with Stoller. I hope she didn't do anything too major."
You're hesitant to speak with about Ms. Stoller's unorthodox punishment methods, and try to speak vaguely.
"I don't know, she's just... she didn't kick me out, so I guess there's that to be grateful for."
You arch your neck to look up at . Her expression is now one of concern. She softly touches you on the shoulder.
"What's with you, ? You seem... I don't know, you seem weird."
"Do I? I'm sorry. It's just the Stoller thing, it's got me all... whatever. It's fine. I'm fine."
"So: What? Did she spank you?" 's question reaches you without any sense of sarcasm, and you wonder how she reached the correct conclusion so quickly.
"Wh... uh, does she do that a lot?"
rests on your bed, propping herself up on her elbows. "I don't know, maybe. I mean, there's always rumors that somebody got a bare-assed spanking from Stoller. And it circulates. People call it 'stolling' when you're... you know, when your boyfriend gives some ass slaps during sex. Nothing proven, though. I mean, nobody's gotten the authorities involved."
You find yourself conflicted. You feel a need to unburden yourself of these mixed feelings you're carrying, yet on the other hand you don't feel like you should confide in that you got an erection while Miss Stoller was spanking you. |