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The next day, I
celebrated the beginning of holiday vacation by lazying around and
eating copious amounts of junk food. By the time I had to leave to go
to Damien's house, I felt like a whale. Hopefully, he wouldn't want
to do anything too strenuous, I thought, a bit peeved at myself for
killing my sex drive with carbohydrates.

When I arrived on
his doorstep with my definitions in hand, he didn't look as happy as
usual, which was to say that he appeared to be downright miserable. I
kept forgetting that though the end of the semester was a celebratory
time for me, it signaled the end of his career teaching as a
professor at the college that I attended. For him, the end of the
semester meant the end of a paycheck.

“
How'd
your finals go?” he asked, taking the paper from me and leading
me back to the classroom.

“
I
think they went pretty well,” I replied, trying to keep a
positive attitude despite his gloomy demeanor.

“
Good.
Hopefully, my forcing you to get to bed on time served some purpose
in helping to you to focus better.”

While I hadn't
really had issues sleeping before Damien enforced that rule, I
decided to agree with him. It was obvious he wasn't in the best of
moods, and I didn't want to make it any worse by arguing with him.

When we got to the
classroom, he sat in his usual spot, staring up at me with no sense
of warmth. I went to sit on the bed, but he stopped me in my tracks
by saying, “Stand.”

Reflexively, I
assumed the position, locking my fingers behind my back and placing
my legs shoulder-width apart. Damien stood up to circle me, making
sure that my posture and body placement was to his liking.

“
You
have on last final to take this weekend,” he told me, making me
groan internally. “This final will include ten positions and
ten vocabulary words. If you get them all right, I'll reward you by
giving you the night to relax. No calling me Sir, for a full
twenty-four hours. We'll go out to dinner and have a nice evening.
Then, I'll do whatever you want me to to you in the bedroom.”

My clit twitched at
the thought, and I fought back the urge to rub my thighs together.
That was quite a reward. No stuffy BDSM crap, an actual date, and
Damien Reed under my control in the bedroom. My mind raced with the
possibilities—my body hungered for the reward.

He continued, “If
you get them wrong though, the rewards will diminish with each wrong
answer. The first reward you'll lose is not having to call me Sir.
The second will be the bedroom benefit. The third will be dinner. For
all that you get wrong after that, you'll earn punishment.”

My face fought back
a scowl. I knew there had to be a catch. There was always a flip side
to the coin. Never an option for pleasure without the chance of
punishment.

“
Which
test would you prefer to take first, the vocabulary words or the
positions?” Damien asked me.

A ball of
nervousness quickly formed in my stomach. For as poorly as I had done
on every other test he had given me, I wasn't feeling too confident
about this one either. Not to mention the fact that I hadn't been
studying any of the old vocabulary words Damien had given me. If he
only quizzed me on the last list, I might have more of a chance.

“
Let's
start with the positions, Sir,” I said with a sigh.

“
You
don't sound too confident,” he noted.

“
I'm
not,” I admitted, keeping my eyes to the floor.

“
Perhaps
you should have studied harder then.” There was no remorse in
his voice. Damien stood in front of me, facing me, assessing my every
move. “I'll be kind and count the Stand command as one of your
ten positions. That means you only have nine left to get right.”

It was a small
kindness, but I appreciated it. Most of the positions were basic
enough. I hoped he'd only give me the ones that he required and not
everything that had been on the list he had sent me home with. If
Damien was anything though, he wasn't fair in regard to my quizzes
and how he graded them. Many times already, I received punishment for
getting answers only half right. There was no doubt in my mind that
he would take the same approach with this test. I might as well kiss
all of those nice rewards goodbye. The thought was depressing, but
there was nothing that could be done about it.

Damien took a few
steps away from me. “Your first position command is Come.”

Of course, it wasn't
something from his personal list of requirements. This one was
straight from the position packet he had given me, and I had no idea
what to do besides to step forward, standing directly in front of him
with my hands to my sides and my head bowed respectfully.

“
Good,”
he said, to my surprise. I wanted to grin giddily, but didn't want to
give him an indication that my getting it right had been a complete
fluke.

Again, Damien
stepped back. “Your next command is Crawl.”

I quickly got down
on my hands and knees, keeping my eyes to the ground as I crawled
toward him with one steady hand in front of the other. This one also
hadn't been on his personal list, but I was pretty sure I remembered
it.

“
Good,”
he praised me, and suddenly I was beginning to feel hopeful. Maybe I
could make it through this after all.

“
Your
next command is At Ease.”

I stood, taking the
traditional military at ease stance, with my legs spread
shoulder-width apart, my head forward, and my arms clasped loosely
behind my back.

“
Excellent.”

I could hear the
pleasure in Damien's voice, and it only elated me more. Four down.
Six to go. There was still so much room for error.

“
The
next command is Guard,” he said.

My heart dropped. I
had no idea what that position was. Doing my best to fake it, and
hopefully redeem myself, I straightened my posture, drawing my arms
up so that my hands were in the middle of my back, my elbows jutting
out. By the time I had assumed the position, I was less sure of it.

“
This
position would be used on command to keep watch over something if Sir
requested it, right?” I asked.

He smirked at me.
“Correct. I haven't really specified a stance for it, but I am
impressed that you came up with your own.”

A trick question. I
wanted to frown at him, but refrained. Sometimes, I swore he wanted
me to fail. Perhaps he enjoyed punishing me more than he let on.

“
You're
doing very well, Cheyenne. I must admit I'm impressed.” He
walked around me. “Five more to go. Your next position is
Humble.”

Oh great, another
one I didn't know. I relaxed my stance, looking towards the floor,
having no idea what to do. Being humble made me think of slumped
shoulders and sad eyes, though I wasn't sure why. Something told me I
couldn't talk my way into making him think I knew this one.

“
I
kind of didn't expect you to get this one right,” he admitted,
stepping in front of me to grab my arms and outstretch them to the
side. “The humble position isn't used very often. You stand
with your legs shoulder-width apart and your arms outstretched. I
prefer if the submissive keeps her eyes to the floor in this
position.”

“
Yes,
Sir,” I replied meekly.

“
Moving
on. The next position is Whip.”

I felt myself
growing increasingly grumpy the more the test progressed. None of
these positions except for the Stand position were ones he normally
used. Why should I be expected to memorize them?

Unsure of what to
do, I held the Humble position and simply said, “I would bring
you your whip before punishment, then I would stand with my body
outstretched so that you would have access to all areas of my body
for punishment.”

“
Only
the first part of that is correct. I would probably make you retrieve
the whip. However, the position is all wrong. There are two positions
for the whip command. I would have accepted either one.

“
The
first position is the standing position, where you stand against the
wall, bracing yourself with your hands. Your back and buttocks remain
exposed for whipping. The second position is the kneeling position.
That position would put you on all fours. You would keep your head
close to the floor and bring your hands beneath your body to protect
them.”

I half expected him
to give me two marks off for not knowing either position, but when he
didn't say anything about it, I figured I had miraculously gotten off
the hook. There was only one reward left to lose before I entered
punishment territory. Things were beginning to look more and more
bleak.

“
The
next position is Sit,” he told me, all hints of being impressed
now gone from his voice.

For a second, I
thought about sitting on the edge of the bed. But that was wrong, I
realized at the last minute. Instead, I sat Indian style on the floor
with my hands on my thighs, my eyes to the ground.

“
Your
hand position is wrong,” Damien informed me. “Your palms
should be facing up.”

Damn.
I groaned internally. And with
that, all of my delicious rewards were stripped away. Anything wrong
beyond this would just earn me more misery.

“
The
next position is Punishment Knees.”

I climbed up onto my
knees, laying my hands palm down across my lap.

“
Wrong
again,” Damien said. “The position is the same as Whip on
your knees, except for you'd kneel instead of being on all fours.
You've earned your first ten minutes of punishment.”

It took everything
in me not to throw a tantrum. This had gone from exciting and fun to
being a nightmare. What horrible punishment would Damien come up with
for me this time? If it was between the penny and the ping-pong ball,
I hoped he'd be nice enough to give me the penny. At this point, even
a hard ass spanking might be better than the ping-pong ball. I had
grown to loathe that little thing so much.

“
Your
last position is Heel.”

I climbed back up to
my feet and stood at his right side, thinking about how much this
made me feel like a dog.

“
Close,”
he told me, “but you should be standing a foot back.”

Damn
it. Damn it. Damn it.
A
half wrong was a whole wrong in Damien's eyes. I couldn't fight back
my scowl any longer. Twenty minutes of punishment, I'd earned, and
there was still the potential for over an hour more.

“
You
may sit on the bed while we go over vocabulary.” Damien took
his seat in the corner, and I hesitantly, eased myself onto the bed,
wondering if I should be assuming the Teach position. At that point,
I was fed up with positions, but I feared more punishment. Better to
be safe than sorry, I thought, pressing my knees together and
crossing my hands over my lap.

Damien's gaze was
icy cold, showing little expectation of the remainder of my
performance. The way he was looking at me made me feel kind of sad,
like I had gotten his hopes up only to drop kick them into oblivion
with my poor performance. Unfortunately, my self-confidence had
fallen with his expectations. I wasn't even sure if I really wanted
to try anymore.

“
Are
you ready?” he asked.

As
ready as I'm going to be.
“
Yes,
Sir.”

“
Your
first term is 24/7.”

I distinctly
remembered the term from my very first list of vocabulary words,
though I couldn't quite remember what it meant. Hopefully, my
guesswork would be good enough to avoid adding to my punishment.