You need time to think

"I'll take a raincheck," you say. "I need to clear my head." You nod at the other three and leave the office, striding out of the building, wishing for nothing more than about four fingers of bourbon.

Valerie's reaction to being paddled was troubling enough, but your own response to her sudden change of personality bothered you even more. For although you're sure the others didn't notice, you're well aware that your cock stiffened as she called you 'Daddy' and you caught a whiff of her aroused pussy.

You walk through the quad, aware of the glances, and in some cases outright stares of many students. The word of Valerie being sent to the Dean's office, and the probable result of that is almost certainly widely known. Hell, for all you know, the girl came out of the building and told about it.

No, you decide. No, she wouldn't do that. She was too deeply troubled to brag about it, but if others saw her they might be able to gauge her demeanor and make an educated guess. You walk past a group of students, recognising the girl whose tie Dean Hawkfeather cut off to make an example of, and the one who confirmed Valerie's behaviour to the Dean. You can almost feel their eyes follow you, and their whispered chatter. Ignoring them you walk to the north, striding over the manicured lawns as you mull over the morning's events.

You notice the stone building that holds the secret entrance you found last night, and for a moment contemplate going in to explore.