‘Why, sir?’
‘Because your punishment is this. You will put a coat – nothing else – over your underwear and walk to the nearest adult shop. Do you have one nearby?’
I didn’t reply for several minutes. I was too aghast to type. Yes, there was a sex shop in Albert Road, about 15 minutes’ walk away, but, but, but …
‘What if a pupil/parent/member of staff sees me?’
‘It’s dark, isn’t it? And there’s no law against teachers having sex lives, is there?’
‘There might be. Even if there isn’t, I bet there’s a White Paper about it somewhere in the system.’
‘You can get a cab if you want. Straight in and out, nobody will see you.’
‘Ugh. I suppose so. It’s such a seedy little place, though, looks as if it smells funny inside.’
‘Probably does. All the better for your punishment, my dear.’
‘Humph.’
‘Don’t sulk. Once you’re inside, you will buy a pair of nipple clamps and a vibrator. But – here’s the humiliating element – you won’t browse the shelves for them. You will ask the sales assistant for them.’
‘OH GOD NO!’
‘Oh God yes. You can refuse if you want, but it’ll mean Game Over.’
‘No, I’ll do it. But can’t I go to the neighbouring town?’
‘If you want to spend the cab fare, be my guest. I don’t care which sex shop you go to, just as long as you go to one. And I want it to be the old-fashioned sleazy type. No “for the girls” frills and trappings. Do you understand?’
‘Yeah.’
‘That sounded a mite sulky, was it intended to be?’
‘No, sir!’
‘Good. When you’ve bought them, come back and message me. I’ll give you some more instructions.’
‘OK.’
‘Not “OK”, AtYourService. Do you need more time in the corner?’
‘No, sir. I meant “Yes, sir”.’
‘I’m sure you did. Now go and get your coat and ring that cab. I’ll speak to you later.’
‘Goodbye, sir. Thank you, sir.’
I logged off, my hands shaking. Was I going to do this?
I picked up the phone, put it down, picked it up again. Dialled the number of the cab firm I always used, put it down again. Picked it up, dialled again.
‘Hi, I need a cab to Albert Road, please. From South Parade Gardens. For Cherry. Thanks.’
I contemplated myself in the full-length hall mirror, reaching for my longest coat. The silky knickers were spotted with evidence of my arousal and my nipples formed hard protrusions through the flimsy bra cup. I was turned on. SecretSadist was evil, but he knew exactly how far and how hard to push me. Impressive. When could we meet?
I pulled on the coat and buttoned it to the neck. The satiny lining felt cold and smooth against the bare expanses of my skin, brushing my bottom where the knickers rose in a high cut, swishing around my nude thighs.
In the cab, I shifted around, finding the silkiness too slippery to settle, pinching my coat closed in case it should fall open and reveal too much to the driver.