“Tell me what to do.”
Creed took another step closer.Too close to retreat.Too far to touch.
“You want forgiveness?”he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
My pulse pounded.
“Yes, Sir.”
His lips curved slightly.Not a smile.Something colder.Calculated.
“Then earn it.”
The words didn’t comfort me.They exposed me.
“I—” I started, but his raised hand stopped me.
“What do you think is an appropriate punishment?”he asked.
The question froze me.Not because I didn’t understand it, but because I did.
My mouth went dry.
Every answer I knew felt too easy.Too familiar.And suddenly, I knew that was the problem.
“A spanking,” I offered quietly.
Even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t enough.
He repeated the words slowly.“A spanking.”
His fingers moved to the buttons of his suit jacket.Not hurried.Not indulgent.
Methodical.
He shrugged it off and placed it over the back of a chair.
“Do you honestly think that’s enough?”
The question wasn’t cruel.
It was surgical.
My spine straightened despite the tremor running through me.
“It’s a start.”
The silence that followed was heavier than any command.
He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of him without contact.
Close enough that I couldn’t pretend this was still theoretical.
“We’re not here to waste my time.”The words cut clean.
I swallowed.“I’m sorry I disappointed you, Sir.”
His eyes darkened, not with fury, but with something deeper.Slower.Something that didn’t vanish just because I apologized.
