Waiting. Nervously. Times two.

A friend revises nervously for an exam. She worries on Twitter as to whether she’s done enough work; whether it will go well; whether she’ll get the necessary mark. My mind heads along parallel tracks…

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I’m liking the thought of a girl’s mentor in his study, knowing that she is due to come and see him with her results. He hopes she has done well, so she is happy – and he takes great pride in her getting good results with his help.

But he also knows that he will help her in a different way if she hasn’t achieved what she hoped for. If she’s missed her target by a little, he will have to spank her – but it won’t be too hard: she’ll be upset and ashamed and annoyed at herself anyway, but their agreement that she will be punished has to be upheld and is for the best for next time.

If she has done much worse, then he may feel obliged to have a more serious discussion about what went wrong, and then to use an implement. (And he knows she has been working hard this time, so the situation they’ve discussed but never had to deal with – where she has been knowingly neglectful in her studies, and so he will have to thrash her severely – simply won’t occur this time).

He doesn’t know which way this will go. And that makes him as nervous as she is…

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Thanks to Olivia for distracting me from my work the other day… writing this really was far more fun than working on the project I should have been designing!