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murmurs.  “It will be all right.”
    She kisses the top of my head, and even as she bends me over her desk and the stick nips more viciously than I could ever have thought possible I hear only her words.
    It will be all right.
    It is a very stiff-legged walk to the bus stop afterward, and despite the nearly vacant seats I hold onto the hand strap hanging from the ceiling.  After a few sways and bumps that nearly jerk my arm out of its socket I grip the cold metal pole instead, spreading my feet slightly outward to get a better balance. 
    It will be all right , she said.  And on Saturday, I have an appointment with her for lunch.
     

Desire Endangered
     
    “Mira!” Ah-ee calls across the courtyard.  “Come with us tonight!”
    I shake my head even though she is too far away to see.  “Meeting a friend!” I call back.  It’s not exactly true, but it’s true enough.
    “We’re going to stay out all night!  Pedro’s brother will let us stay at his place so we don’t have to be back by midnight.  Come on!  You know you want to.”  Ah-ee waves her arm emphatically in a circle.
    “Sorry!  Maybe next time!” I call back, heading toward the bus stop.  I’m not exactly sure where I’m going today, and I need the extra time in case I get lost.  First the bus, then the subway, and then another neighborhood bus.  Plus about a ten-minute walk, she said. 
    Please arrive precisely on time.  Come alone.  If you can’t find the apartment, text me.  Do not call.  Bring your list.
    Her instructions are clear, and I recite them in my head as I board first the bus and then the subway.
    Do not displease me.  I will make your dreams come true.
    After months of chatting with one confusing person after another, “MistressSusan” caught my notice with a message referencing an event downtown.  Most of the other chatters were from the US, Canada, UK, or Australia, and she was the first one who lived close to me.  We private-messaged, at first tentatively but then daily.  Mistress Susan, she told me, was an English teacher living abroad.  Close to me in age and sharing many of my interests, after a few weeks of conversation she offered to meet me in person.  I declined, and she immediately apologized.  No pressure , she assured me.  But if you change your mind, the offer still stands.  Free spanking.
    Free spanking?  Was there any other alternative?  Did people actually pay for a spanking?  I found to my surprise that some people actually did.  Quite handsomely, in fact.
    If I fail out of my classes again, I could always spank for a living.
    I giggle at the thought as I climb the many stairs back to ground level before searching through the possible exits.  I finally have to ask a security guard before getting the correct one, and it is an equally disorienting maze to find the correct bus stop.  By the time the bus arrives, the crowd around me pushes me inside before I can take a breath.  In the commotion I have forgotten to pay, but I am squished so far back that I will never make it to the front.  Half of the bus population pours out at the first stop, and then I struggle forward to drop my coins into the box.  The bus driver gives an annoyed grunt as I slide into an empty seat.
    Why do you need to be spanked? Mistress Susan asked me in one of our private chats.  What do you need?
    I didn’t know how to answer her, but I explained about my tutor and how it caused me to want things entirely inappropriate for the situation.  I even told her how I ran out the last time and nearly got myself in even worse trouble.
    It sounds like you are a very naughty girl indeed, she answered.  If I were to take you across my lap and soundly spank that naughty bottom you would certainly learn a lesson in responsibility, young lady!
    Her words gave me an indescribable thrill.  Yes ma’am, I said.  I wish you could.
    I can make your dreams come true , she wrote back immediately.  Are you still afraid to take