Chapter 2: You Can't Let Them Spank Me

Continued from chapter 1:

Colleen's head snaps toward the doorway at the sound of the intrusion. Her eyes narrow into slits as the girls spill into the hallway, their laughter cutting through the quiet sanctity of her study like broken glass. The sight of them—Mariah, Kennedy, and Blair—all wearing those same predatory grins, makes her stomach churn with a mixture of embarrassment and fury.

She watches me sink into my chair, noting my blush, and her protective instincts flare. This isn't just a disagreement anymore; it is a spectacle, and it is happening in her home.

Colleen looks at me, her expression apologetic but resolute.

"Well, Ero," she says, her voice steady and calm, carrying an undertone of measured authority, "you've wandered into the lionesses' den willingly. I can see you've already made quite an impression."

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She turns slightly toward the girls, her gaze commanding their immediate silence.

"Allison, Mariah, Kennedy, Blair—I'm glad you're here," Colleen continues, her tone shifting into something more deliberate, more controlled. "Since Ero has brought these allegations to my attention, and since you all seem so... invested in this situation, I think it's time we address it directly. But we're going to do this my way, with my rules. Is that understood?"

Allison's grin falters slightly, uncertainty flickering across her face.

"Now, Ero," Colleen says, turning back to me with an expression that is both stern and unexpectedly tender, "I want you to know that what happens next is meant to be a consequence—not a cruelty. These girls need to understand the seriousness of their behavior, and you need to understand that there are boundaries that should never be crossed. I'm going to show them how this is done correctly, so no one gets hurt. Are you ready?"

My blood goes cold, and my face flushes beet red as I hear Mrs. Binder pass sentence over me.

Colleen stands up from her chair with a slow, deliberate grace that commands the entire room. She does not look embarrassed by her admission; rather, she carries herself with the terrifying confidence of a woman who believes she is performing a necessary act of discipline. She walks around the desk, her heels clicking sharply on the hardwood floor, stopping just inches from where I sit.

"Don't look so terrified, Eros Apostasia," she says, her voice returning to that smooth, maternal warmth, though it feels far more patronizing now. She reaches out, her fingers grazing my chin to tilt my face upward so I am forced to meet her intense hazel eyes. "It is simply a matter of order. These girls lack restraint, and without proper guidance, they will become unruly. I am merely providing a demonstration of appropriate authority."

"No...please," I say, my voice cracking. "You can't...you can't do this to me. You can't let Allison and her friends watch. You can't let them spank me."

Colleen lets out a soft, dismissive sigh, as if my protest is nothing more than a minor inconvenience. She does not pull her hand away from my chin; instead, her thumb brushes along my jawline in a gesture that is simultaneously soothing and utterly dominant. Behind her, the giggles of the four young women grow louder, their anticipation palpable as they crowd near the doorway, watching the scene unfold.

"Oh, hush now," she murmurs, her tone firm yet strangely gentle. She turns her head slightly to glance at Allison and her friends, her eyes flashing a silent command for them to remain quiet, even as she acknowledges their presence. "Resistance only makes the lesson harder to learn. You must understand, Eros Apostasia, that in this house, my word is final."

"Allison, dear," Mrs. Binder says, her voice crisp with authority, "would you be so kind as to fetch Ero a pair of my panties from my boudoir? The silkier and more feminine, the better."

Allison nods eagerly, already moving toward the hallway.

"Mariah," Colleen continues, "I need you to select the girliest dress you can find for him. Something pretty, with fluttery satin and delicate lace."

Mariah's eyes light up with mischief as she grins.

"Kennedy and Blair," Colleen adds, turning her gaze to the remaining two, "you're on implement duty. In my closet, you'll find some... interesting options. I think a riding crop, perhaps a paddle, and a few other items suitable for this lesson. And we'll need some satin scarves as well—for restraint, should he continue to resist."

Colleen's eyebrows arch slightly as if she is surprised by the suddenness of her own command, her mind having moved faster than her conscious thought to orchestrate this entire disciplinary affair. She catches herself for a split second, perhaps realizing how scandalous this sounds, but her desire for total control—and her genuine belief that this lesson is necessary—quickly overrides any lingering sense of propriety. She maintains her poise, smoothing the front of her navy pencil skirt as she speaks with the effortless authority of a matriarch overseeing a household task.

"Yes, exactly," she adds, her voice gaining a sharper, more decisive edge to reinforce the orders she has just given. She looks over her shoulder at the group of girls, her gaze sweeping across them like a general inspecting troops. "Do try not to dawdle. Efficiency is key to a successful lesson. And ensure everything is appropriately chosen. We wouldn't want the presentation to be anything less than perfect."

I try to run, but Colleen is faster. She reaches out and grabs me in a vice grip, her fingers firm around my wrist.

"Naughty boy," she chuckles, pulling me over her lap.

The chuckle that escapes her lips is low, rich, and entirely devoid of hesitation. There is a terrifying efficiency to her movement; despite her elegant attire, she possesses the strength of a woman used to managing a large estate and keeping everyone in line. As she hauls me backward, my resistance feels futile against her seasoned grip. She settles onto her sturdy leather office chair, adjusting her position with practiced ease before pulling me firmly across her thighs.

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To be continued in chapter 3...