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He grabbed a towel from the bar. "Oh pet, you are in for it now."
She expected him to take her to the bed, and she knew a spanking at the very least was imminent, but he did neither. He didn't even stay in the room. Instead, he marched out the still open door, all but slamming it behind him. Her wet body slid against his naked torso with every step, and she clawed to hold him, fearing that he might drop her as he stomped up the hall he had led her down on a leash two short days ago.
"Wait!" she cried. "Where are we going? I'm naked!"
"You should have thought about that," he growled reaching up to slap her upturned bottom. "And where we are going is none of your business, because you are not in charge here. But if you must know, we are going to the dungeon, because I do not have a spanking bench in my room, and I want to make sure you can't run away while I’m paddling your naughty little bottom."
Eep!
They passed a crowd of visitors, most of whom took one look at her and started laughing. What Visitors’ Weekend event they had just walked through the middle of? She was too busy trying to cover all the parts of her that needed it to give it her full attention.
"Typically, you have to reserve the dungeon. It's a busy weekend. It might be in use."
"Then I guess they’ll be getting a show, won't they?"
She watched them slowly retreating into the distance as she kept going. "Uh…There’s an elevator in the guest wing with a back entrance to the dungeon. Why are we..."
He smacked her again, effectively cutting her off. "Hush. I have a lot of frustration to walk off before I paddle your tail. Trust me, it's better for you if we take the long way. And I'm not letting you out of my grip for a second so you can forget that right now"
"Yes, Daddy," she squeaked, finally fully regretting her actions. She had not thought this through. Apparently, the professor was one of those people who was extra grumpy in the morning.
It was a long walk to the dungeons, or at least it seemed that way when one was soaking wet and naked, tossed over the shoulder of an angry Dom. When they reached the dungeon guard, she held her breath, hoping against hope that all the rooms would be full. Despite the professor's threats of an audience, she knew the rules, and if the dungeons were in use, they would have to wait their turn or go back to his room and take care of her punishment there. She hoped for the latter, and was fully prepared to settle for the former, but the guard, Jaben, the same one who had been there Friday night, assessed the situation with a chuckle of amusement and waved them through.
Every step of his feet against the stone floor was one step closer to sealing her fate. Dread pooled in her stomach, but her body betrayed her. She was wet, and not just from the tub. Her nipples stood at attention, so hard and pebbled with arousal that they ached as they pressed into his back.
When they reached the steel doors, he held tightly to her thighs as he entered in the passcode that opened the door with a slow and foreboding creak. From there, they had to go down a flight of stairs, and then there they were. The main dungeon had everything, and they had it all to themselves.
With a grunt, he lifted her off his shoulder and placed her on her feet in front of him. She stole a glimpse of his face and found that the initial shock and anger she had seen when he accosted her in the bathroom was still there.
"Well, pet, is there anything you have to say for yourself?" he asked with a scowl.
Pursing her lips, she considered her options. She had gone this far. Now was not the time for backpedaling.
"Um, is there anything I can say that would change the outcome?" she asked hopefully.
"Not a chance."
She nodded, and before he could say another word, took off running.
It was a large room, but there was nowhere for her to go, and nothing she could do aside from running laps around the perimeter, but maybe he would burn off some energy chasing her down. She looked behind her and was shocked to see that he was still standing where she had left him, watching her with a crinkled brow, a concentrated frown and his head cocked to one side.
"Good thinking," he called. "Tire yourself out. Works for me, you'll have less will to fight. Me? I think I'll just conserve my energy." Then, while she watched, still running, he strode dutifully across the room.
The implement cabinet in the dungeon made the ones in the classrooms and random offices throughout the Ranch look tiny in comparison. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, but she also couldn't stop moving, despite having been outmaneuvered. She watched, as he seemed to take an exorbitant amount of time inspecting every implement and opening every drawer. She tried to keep track of what he grabbed as she lapped him for the second time, but he hid it from her view as he strode to the spanking bench in the center of the play space. When he reached it, he made a pile on the floor and sat down on top of the bench.
"You're going to have to stop running sometime," he called. "And when you do, I'll be here waiting, with my energy intact."
She was already getting winded. Her pace slowed to a jog. She knew she had been beaten, and every sensible part of her brain told her to give up and take what she had coming. But knowing how much worse she had just made the situation with her shenanigans, the idea of not having enough energy to fight was appealing. She managed to jog through two more laps, all the while with him sitting there whistling, before she knew it, she had no choice but to stop, go to him, and accept her punishment.
