Some were full of curiosity and intrigue, especially those from women.The lecture ended and Zack was snapped from his reverie. He gathered up his book... and backpack, filing out of class behind his fellow students. He hadn't taken ten steps out of the classroom when he heard a female voice call out to his right.“Hey! Collar boy!”Zack stopped in his tracks and turned to see who'd flagged him so blatantly. It was the first time anyone had pointed out his status in anything more than a whisper.A. Knowing him, it means something good… or bad is coming. Like usual, my mind asked a billion questions. Is he going to leave me? Is he going to say we can’t see each other anymore? Is he moving in with Lexi? Did he tell someone that he and I slept together? Is he going away? Fear took over me again.It wasn’t a fear of him. It was the kind of fear that I feel when something that is unknown is about to happen. The ice cold tension in my chest builds upon itself as time goes on. That fear turned. “I normally wash my hair in the morning but I didn’t dare risk it with their shampoo, and I don’t have a brush with me anyway.”“Are you going to mention the toiletries on the feedback forms?” I asked.“What feedback forms?”“Cayenne said that as part of the prom package trial, comprehensive feedback has to be provided on every aspect.”“But that means Cayenne will find out we spent the night together!” Joanna protested“I can comment on the meal and the room without compromising our cover story,” I. He continues to spank me harder and harder. My bottom is stinging, but I am feeling such a strong bond with this man. As I try to wriggle free, he holds me tighter.Finally, he stops and says, "Are you going to ever move my hand away again?" No," I whisper."No, WHAT?" he says."No, Sir," I whisper."Louder," he says."No, Sir," I say loudly, looking back at him.He gives me one last hard spank and pulls me off his lap. He turns me to face him and hugs me, kissing my neck softly. He reaches down and.