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Well shit. How am I going to be able to break this story now? How will I know the key players? The movers and shakers?

Unfortunately, I don’t have much time to think about that. I need to find a way to hide out before I’m discovered. One by one, the girls slip into a side room with a few heading back out in a robe and mask. Thank god. This will be easier than I imagined.

Hurrying into the space, my stomach drops as I watch them strip down to just their bra and underwear and put their clothes into a small cubby. Seems as if this robe will be the only thing keeping me covered. Though I’m not a stranger to changing in front of other women, it’s something entirely different to stay so unclothed where others will see me.

Thank god I wore a nice underwear set. How absolutely embarrassing would it be to have to walk about in raggedy granny panties? Robe or not, I wouldn’t want anyone to see me so disheveled.

The others flit about in their robes with not a hint of unease in their eyes. How long have they been doing this? Some are girls I recognize from class, but many are strangers to me. What’s shocking are the ones who look old enough to have already graduated.

What the fuck is going on?

ChapterSixteen

Dean Anderson

Normally, initiation night stirs something in me, gives me something to look forward to. Right now, I just wish it was over. It’s not a lack of interest, not really. It’s far more subtle than that. It’s an itch just below the surface that I just can’t scratch.

It’s Ashleigh. Pure and simple. Even if I don’t want to admit it out loud, I know deep down she’s the cause. She’s my affliction and my cure. I’m sure of it.

As I sit there in one of the play spaces, I stare at the Saint Andrew’s cross bathed in red from the lights. How pretty would she look strapped on there? Even now, I can feel her ass under my hand as I spank her hard for some infraction or another.

It’s not meant to be. I can never allow it to be. To bring her into our fold would mean the possible devastation and ruination of something I’ve built from the ground up with my two bare hands. More than that, it would put every member and every student at risk.

I can’t justify it. As much as I want her, crave her, lose sleep over picturing her lithe body stretched out over my desk just waiting for me to fuck her pretty little pussy, it’s imprudent. Though it pains me, I can’t allow my needs to outweigh the needs of everyone else.

At some point, I’m going to have to just suck it up and find someone else, someone suitable. Unfortunately, none of the other submissives call to me like she does. They know who I am and what I’m capable of. Except for the few break-me’s in the group, they don’t ever want to be at the end of my ire.

Ashleigh isn’t scared of me. In fact, the more I discipline her, the wetter she becomes. But she’s definitely not a break me. She’s far too tender for that. It’s a fine line, one that has me dreaming about her, thinking about her, consumed with her.

It’s why I’ve distanced myself. Thankfully, she must have gotten the message across since her latest Lantern issues haven’t been all that inflammatory. Just a few tweaks here and there, and that’s all that was needed.

Maybe I just imagined the whole thing. Though Doctor Andrew never told me what was discussed at their session, he did mention having her computer monitored. Dirty bastard practically tossed her on my lap, but she never bit.

With the daily communiques from Todd, she has definitely done her fair of searching for the most salacious things. At first, I thought it would make her act out all the more. When she didn’t, I thought maybe she just realized she didn’t actually want those things.

A soft ding permeates my thoughts, drawing my attention to my phone.

Todd

You’re going to want to see this. So sorry I didn’t send it earlier. Tech glitch in the computer lab.

What now?

It was from earlier this afternoon. Around 4:45pm?

Website query: Is it illegal to have sex with the dean of your university?

Well, I’ll be damned. Maybe it’s not so far out of the realm as I thought. My cock pulses against my boxers as my balls draw up.

John Anderson

Thanks. Keep me updated.

Will do.

What do you plan to do about it?

What indeed? I suppose that’s the real question.

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