She's willing to listen

The silence that fills the elegant room stretches for more than ten long seconds before speaks. You are expecting a tirade of political correctness and male bashing. It is not hard to imagine Ms. Naylor using this as further evidence in her case that men should not be allowed into this haven. Especially not a man responsible for restoring discipline in the role of Dean of Students. Especially not a man whose only training has been in the military. You are pleasantly surprised when what you get instead is a question indicating that she is at least willing to talk about your proposal.

"Kyle," this is the first time she's used your Christian name and you find you like the way it rolls of her delicate lips. "Do you even know what you're saying?" She asks softly, "Are you really prepared to lift a young women's skirts and paddling their exposed backsides like Mrs. Marshall used to?" You meet her questioning eyes gently, doing your best to ignore the fullness of her trembling lip and the rise and fall of her breasts pressing against the silk of her gown. The way she looks now has your erection throbbing against your leg, a combination of soft and firm, vulnerable and determined but you cannot let yourself get distracted. Diana deserves an honest answer to her question.

"I can't say for sure." You admit with a wry grin. "All of my experience with a whooping came from the wrong end of the paddle, if you know what I mean Ma'am." You see the hint of a smile tug at the corner of her mouth and encouraged by even this tiny signal you press on. "As far as I can tell, corporal punishment worked at this school for over one-hundred years. I would think that just the threat of returning to the old ways will straighten some of these spoiled princesses without ever having to do a thing."

"Don't count on it, Mr. Hawkfeather." Diana snorts softly, "most of these young woman just don't believe that rules apply to them. You're going to have to lift at least a couple of skirts and tan the asses of some of the bolder students, if only to make it clear that you're not bluffing." Ms. Naylor straightens in her seat and once again looks you in the eye.

"Are you ready to do that in a way that is strictly professional?" You're not sure how you might react to seeing a pretty bare-assed student stretched over your desk, but you are sure that you can do your job without letting your personal feelings get in the way. Without hesitation you look her in the eye and commit yourself.

"Yes Ma'am."

"I'll think about it Mr. Hawkfeather." She rises gracefully from the couch pulling the robe tighter around her waist. "If you'll let yourself out Mr. Hawkfeather, I'll see about changing into something a little more formal before I talk to our lawyers." You watch her disappear into her room noting that, just like in your suite, when the door to her bedroom closes completely it disappears into the paneling of the office.

As you walk past the couch where Ms. Naylor had been sitting, you see the corner of a paperback book sticking out from beneath a dislodged pillow. The title, The Templar's Forbidden Temptation written in flowing script across the front tells you pretty much all you need to know. A knight wearing a white surcoat emblazoned with a red crosses holds the golden-skinned harem slave in his arms as she gazes up at him with unchecked desire. The blurb on the back outlines a storyline where a Templar knight sworn to chastity is assigned the task of delivering a Christian noblewoman freed from a Saracen harem back to her family's ancestral home in England...

With a wry smile you return the book to its spot under the pillow and quietly leave Ms. Naylor's private office. Maybe, just maybe, being a warrior in Diana's eyes was not quite as bad a thing as you feared.