You stop her

"Oh, I don't think so." Your hand closes the door before it opens more than a couple inches, and you smile to yourself as you watch the pretty French tease turn slowly to face you. Gone is her sassy flamboyance, and you see instead a nervousness that you find even more charming.

"What Mademoiselle? You have nothing clever to add in your lovely French accent?"

"I'm sorry M'sieur, I didn't mean harm." Her eyes peer up at you in supplication from under her bangs and you feel a combination of sympathy, amusement and arousal blend together like a fine mixed drink. And, just like with a good drink you feel warmth radiate from your core, the excitement of having Gabrielle in your power like this is wrong, but undeniable.

"Do you think, Miss DuPlessis, that I am the type of man who is likely to let something like this go unpunished?" Her breathing is deeper and more rapid and she bites at her lower lip as she shakes her head.

"Perhaps, you think I will make you write a Reflection, do I look like the type of man who would do that?"

"Oh No, M'sieur le Dean!" She protests earnestly, "No, I think that things maybe are different now." She takes a deep breath that lifts her tits against her shirt leaving clear indentations against the silk of her blouse. "Are you going to paddle mon cul M'sieur?"

"I don't think it is that serious, Miss DuPlessis, but I do think you need to pay a price for your teasing, don't you?"

"Oui M'sieur 'awkfeather." Gabrielle smiles in gratitude. "But what?" She tosses her hair back with a flick of her head, once again looking more like the confident young woman who first entered your office."