Sinful Teaching

My roommate would be occupying the dorm this weekend, and our disappearance wouldn't go unnoticed. I considered calling out of work Saturday, but thought better of it. Skipping work would surely displease Daddy and elicit a spanking. I didn't mind the spankings, but my bottom was so sore that it was difficult to sit for anything. I almost dreaded sitting in class the next day even though the pinch every time I sat was exhilarating.

I walked the cart out of the study room and started shelving again, attempting to preoccupy my mind until six. I could always check out the tantric book, but I'd risk exposing my curiosity and, potentially, my secret relationship.

I had to be good. I had to be discreet. I stared at the desk I had been sitting at earlier where I'd shoved the book away from me when Brad caught me. I bit my lip, the thought occurring that I could just slip the book into my purse and return it later. I couldn't do that. The alarm at the front would most certainly go off and I'