Chapter Seven

Note to self: You can teach your students best by having faith in yourself, and not letting false statements get you down.

To Do List:

Meet with Frank Medina and Watson after school Try and write more on novel Try not to let your students see how upset you are Try and concentrate on work Grace stared at her planner. Her note said to believe in herself, yet since the accusations of blackmail had surfaced, her To Do List had changed from do to try. She took a calming breath and looked around the room. Her students were deep into a pop quiz on Julius Caesar and the room was eerily quiet.

She’d been very careful with what she said to students, and very careful to make sure an adult office aide was present when she met with a student privately. That way no accusations could come up.

Her only real pleasures came from her daily phone calls with Toffer. She’d been very impressed that he started each conversation by asking how she was feeling, and what had happened that day. He’d encouraged her to get a lawyer, and she’d followed his advice.

Preston Stewart worked for the state teachers’ association, and had been very helpful in guiding Grace through the ins and outs of what could, and probably would, happen.

“If they decide to hold an official investigation, don’t be surprised if they suspend you during that time,” Preston had said on Friday when she’d talked to him. “It’s standard procedure. It will probably be with pay, so you shouldn’t have to worry about that.”

Grace bit her lip as she thought about being suspended. She’d been teaching for more than fifteen years and nothing like this had ever happened to her. It made her sick to her stomach to think about it.

It was now Monday, and she was scheduled to meet with Medina and Watson after school. And she had a feeling that the meeting would not be pleasant. She thought back to her time with Master last night. She loved their sessions, and the wonderful feelings, both physical and mental, that she felt.

They’d played with most of the toys in her box, except for the clit clamp. Master told her he wanted to see her face the first time it was attached, wanted to guide her through it and be there to experience it with her physically.

She turned her attention back to her students and tried not to worry about the meeting. Ten minutes before the end of the school day, Preston arrived at her classroom door. He smiled and nodded to students, and when they were gone he gave Grace pointers on how to act.

“Don’t lose your temper,” he said. “That would be the worst thing that could happen. Let me do the talking. Don’t accuse Watson of sexual harassment. If it comes down to a hearing, I will bring that up at the proper time. I’ve already alluded to it in my letters to Medina and the board, so it won’t be out of left field. The most important thing today is keeping your cool.”

Grace repeated the mantra to herself as they made their way to Watson’s office, exchanged greetings, and sat down. Her hands were clammy and she grasped them together in her lap.

“I think we should get straight to the point,” Medina said. “Grace, you’ve given years of service to this school. But in light of the allegations of the two students involved, we feel an investigation is warranted. We believe this probe will be in the best interests of all involved. It will clear up the matter, totally, no matter what the outcome.”

Grace tightened her clasped hands and bit her lip.

“How long do you expect this investigation to take?” Grace marveled at Preston’s calm voice.

“A week or so,” Medina replied. “We will take official depositions from everyone involved, starting with Grace, tomorrow, if that will give you time to get ready.”

“That’s good for us,” Preston said. “We don’t need time to prepare, because we have nothing to hide. Ms. Kinison will tell the truth about events.”

“We will schedule the official hearing two weeks from tomorrow night,” Medina said.

“Valentine’s Day.” Grace’s voice was flat.

“Yes, Valentine’s Day,” Medina said. “In between now and then, you will be suspended, with pay.”

“I was already scheduled to be off three days next week,” Grace said.

Medina informed her that the office would change her time off from personal time to suspension, so that Grace could keep her time off. Then they agreed to meet at Preston’s office at nine the next morning.

Preston accompanied Grace while she went to the office to make sure her lesson plans were up-to-date. The office workers were sympathetic, but cautious. It wasn’t until they got to her room to pick up her personal items that the tears she’d been holding back began to flow. Rebecca was sitting behind her desk, waiting to hear what had happened.

“I answered your phone,” she said as she hugged Grace. “Toffer’s called three times.”

Grace nodded as she cried into her friend’s shoulder, with Preston patting her back gently.

“I’m sure they’ll want to depose you, too, Rebecca.”

Becca nodded at the lawyer and then the phone rang. Grace looked at Toffer’s number on the ID, and tried to steady her voice when she said hello. After she’d told him what happened, he asked to speak with Preston. They talked for a few minutes, while Becca tried to comfort Grace.

When she took the phone back, she could hear the anger in his voice. “Go out to dinner with Becca and Preston. Enjoy yourself and try to relax. Call me when you get home. And don’t worry, Lolly, everything’s going to be fine. I promise.”

Dinner passed in a blur, and when Grace finally called Toffer at ten that evening, she had resigned herself to the fact that she would probably lose her job. Even if she was found innocent of all charges, which Preston assured her she would be, things would never be the same for her in the classroom. She could swallow the pill a little better if she’d heard back from one of the publishers she’d sent her work to, but she hadn’t.

Toffer answered on the first ring.

“You’re early,” he said. “I didn’t expect to hear from you until eleven or so.”

“I just walked in the door.”

“Does that mean you haven’t stood in the corner, yet?”

Toffer’s “tut-tut-tut” followed Grace’s answer of no.

“Do it now. It will help you focus on getting into your Lolly-mode.”

Grace quickly stripped and stepped into the now familiar corner.

“Don’t you feel better already?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. I’m sorry about your bad day, baby. But this Preston guy sounds like he knows what he’s doing. He’ll prove you innocent in no time.”

“Thank you, Master. I’m trying to stay positive.”

“You’ll be too busy once you get here to think about much. You’ll be getting ready for the party, and, of course, serving me.”

Grace laughed. “That’s almost a whole week. I don’t get into LA until a week from Wednesday.”

“Actually, your plane leaves Denver International at four tomorrow afternoon. Preston assured me that you would be done with your deposition by then, and he would drive you to the airport.”

“Toffer, I can’t leave here now.”

“I’m going to ignore that little slip of the tongue, Lolly, and yes, you can. Preston says that once you’re deposed, they won’t want to talk to you. You can’t sit in on the other depositions, so all you’d have to do is sit at home until you left for here. I just pushed it up a week or so. It will give us time to play.”

“But if he needs to talk to me…”

“He can call you here. I’ve already given him the number. Make sure you pack tonight. I think your twenty minutes are up. Go and get on the bed, on all fours.”

Grace’s heart was pounding. Tomorrow. She was going to come face to face with her Master tomorrow. For the first time that day, a genuine smile appeared on her face. She put the phone on speaker and knelt on the bed.

“You know what I’m thinking about right now, Grace?”

“What?”

“Spanking your pretty little ass; taking you to dinner with no panties on and watching you squirm in your seat; and watching you moan when I attach the clamp to your clitty.”

“Master.”

“You won’t have time to think about your problems, Grace, because I’m going to keep you very busy. I’ve got lots of fun games planned for you. Now, I want you to listen carefully to what you need to do when you get here tomorrow. There will be a driver to meet you at the airport. The minute you get into the limo, you belong to me, lock, stock and barrel. Understand?

“Wear a skirt on the plane. When you get into the car take off your panties, and then call me. Make sure the privacy shield is raised. Then, when you get to the house…”

Grace fought to keep her hands away from her dripping pussy as Master gave his instructions. An orgasm would help relieve the tension from the day. She could concentrate on pleasure, not on the problems caused by angry students and Joe Watson.

“Are you listening to me, Grace?”

“I’m sorry. My mind was wandering.”

“I thought so. I hope you heard enough to know what to do, because I don’t plan on repeating myself. And if you fail to follow my instructions to the letter, you will receive a pretty harsh punishment. As it is, you’ll go without an orgasm tonight as punishment for not listening to me fully.”

“Master, please. I’m so wet right now.”

“No, Grace. The next time you come you’ll be in my presence.”

“I need to come. Master, please, I’m begging you.”

“I know it’s been a bad day, Lolly. But this will help you focus on tomorrow. Think about your pussy and how it’s going to please me. Needing to have an orgasm, and being denied, will help you think about something other than your suspension. Take care, Gracie. I’ll see you tomorrow night. Don’t forget to pack all your new toys.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Sleep well, little one.”

The phone went dead and Grace collapsed onto the bed. Sleep well? When she needed to come after such a horrible day? How could she think about anything but the horrible thing that was taking place in her life?

Part way through her packing, she knew that Toffer had made a wise decision. For the last hour, all she’d thought about was Toffer and the week and a half they would spend together before Lindsey’s party. She hadn’t thought once about Dominic, or Joe Watson.

Her life wasn’t all horrible right now. Toffer was a wonderful addition who had brought her new experiences, and promised to take her to new heights.

Her pussy, now used to nightly attention, ached for release. Grace kept her fingers to herself as she wrapped her toys in her clothing and placed them in her bag, praying that her luggage wouldn’t be searched at the airport, and then laughing as she thought about the look on the security officer’s face if it was.