Forest Grove Institute

These past few weeks have been crazy with all the tests, essays, and projects hitting at once. I've felt so overwhelmed. Rafael has been a lifesaver, though—recommending books and websites for citations and quotes, which has made things easier. When I get super busy, he keeps me on track and makes sure I actually sit down and get things done. He also makes sure I take breaks and have some fun so I don't burn out.

Around the second week of August, I had a really rough day. I overslept, and by the time we got to the cafeteria, there was nothing I liked for breakfast—and we almost missed it entirely. I ended up late to my first class, and Rafael, of course, told the teacher why, which got me stuck with detention at the end of the day. Then, I was late to my Art of Submission class with Professor Mikelsen, who already had it out for me. He wasted no time calling Rafael's teacher to let him know. After Professor Mikelsen's class, Rafael was waiting for me outside. He got permission to leave his class early and told his next teacher he'd be absent so he could sit in on my Endurance class. That class ended up being the worst it's ever been. Rafael pushed me to hold the stress positions longer than usual, and they were already teaching us to hold them for what felt like forever. When we got to the workout part of the class, any number the teacher gave, Rafael told me to double it. If I dropped a position or messed up the count, it meant a spanking each time. The class is two hours and fifty minutes long, and I dropped almost every position and lost count way too many times.

When class finished, the gym was completely empty except for Rafael and me. Everyone else had already left, having finished their part of the workout while I was stuck doing double of everything. I was given a moment to relax on the floor, and Phoebe wished me luck as she headed out. The teacher walked over to Rafael with a slip of paper, said something briefly, and then left the gym as well. The paper detailed all the reps and positions the rest of the class had done. It seemed the teacher expected that Rafael would want me to complete everything the other students had finished.

"You can safe out if you need to, Emerson." Rafael said crouching over my collapsed body, handing me my water bottle again. Once I could speak without gasping, I finally responded.

"I'm not a quitter, Sir. I know you have good reasons for making me do this. If it becomes too much I will safe out. I promise. I just need a minute, please Sir."

"You've had almost two bottles of water. You don't need to use the bathroom?"

I just stared at him for a second to see if he was serious.

"I heard you ask Sir Lorenzo to bring a bucket during class Sir... I have a feeling I won't want to use the bathroom." I replied. Rafael just shrugged before responding.

"You've had your minute. Either get back into position and continue or talk back and start this exercise over again."

I slowly moved myself back into position, trying to ignore the ache starting in my abs.

"Good girl. Fifteen more of this one." Was the only thing Rafael said as he stood up and gently stepped on my feet so I could continue with the sit ups.

By the time I finished all the reps and positions, every muscle in my body throbbed with exhaustion. Even though it was dinner time, all I wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep. But Rafael insisted we head to the cafeteria to eat something. I was too worn out to argue, and with a bunch of spankings already looming over me, I didn't want to push my luck. Thankfully, Rafael said we'd wait until tomorrow to deal with those.

Instead of letting me sit and wait at the table, Rafael made me come with him and wait in line.

"Why can't I sit down, Sir." I whined, looking up at him.

Rafael looked down at me with a mix between a stern expression and an understanding expression. "I don't want you falling asleep before dinner. I know you are tired and sore, but standing and waiting keeps you alert. You need to stay focused and disciplined, even when you're exhausted." He responded, kissing the top of my head.

"But whyyyyy?" I whined, pouting and crossing my arms while stamping my foot.

"Because I said so," he replied, his voice low and commanding as he threaded his fingers through my hair, drawing me closer. "Stop whining. If you don't, you'll have more to deal with than just standing." Even though he hadn't grabbed me by the back of my neck, his tone and the intensity of his gaze had the same effect.

"I'm sorry, Master," I whispered, lowering my eyes to show him I had submitted. He nodded in acknowledgment and then turned me around. Gently, he guided me to stand beside him, threading his hand into my hair at the back of my head and keeping it there, a constant, controlling presence. He kept his hand there as we moved to grab our food, not releasing his grip until we were settled at the table. When he noticed that I was just picking at my food, he reached over, took my fork from my hand, and began feeding me with deliberate, commanding gestures. I allowed him to bring each bite to my lips, observing as he alternated between feeding me and enjoying his own meal. His careful attention and steady presence not only reflected his control but also his deep care for me. As we finished dinner and began to gather our things, he said goodbye to his friends before we left.

"I know you're tired, but you'll sit through your detention," he stated firmly. Noticing the hint of protest in my eyes, he added, "If you talk back or complain, there will be additional consequences beyond just sitting through detention."

"Yes Master." I muttered and while Rafael didn't respond, I knew he would be displeased that I didn't speak clearly.

When we reached the doorway to my Intro to Submission class, Mrs. Elizabeth Liley was sitting at her desk.

"Please come in, Emerson. Rafael, are you staying?" She asked, motioning us further into the room.

"If it's alright with you, I'll just sit at the back of the class. Emerson is tired today, and I want to make sure she stays on track and behaves." Rafael replied.

"Of course. Emerson, you can have a seat. I have provided paper and pen. You'll be writing lines for the duration of your detention, as many as it takes in the hour you are here. Before you respond, I did get it pre-approved with your Master."

"Yes, Mrs. Liley," I replied with a smile as I sat down at a table with the pen and paper. Since we were technically early—based on the few other students coming in after us—I didn't start writing right away.

"Is there an issue, Emerson?" Mrs. Liley asked, her gaze shifting from her desk to me.

"Detention doesn't start until 7:30..." I said, watching her eyes move to Rafael, who was sitting somewhere behind me.

"It started as soon as you sat down, and it will end when Mrs. Liley needs to leave." Rafael replied. His voice carried clearly so everyone could hear. I didn't turn around, but responded anyway, trying to ignore the blush that stained my cheeks.

"I apologize, Mrs. Liley. Nothing is wrong. Thank you." With that, I noticed the writing prompt 'I will not be late,' picked up my pen, and began writing.

A little over an hour later, all the students had left, but Mrs. Liley remained, which meant I had to keep writing my lines.

"Okay, bring your papers here, Emerson," Mrs. Liley said. I got up and handed her the stack of papers. She looked them over, nodding in approval.

"Very well done, Emerson. With the amount you've written, it's clear you didn't stop too many times."

"Thank you, Mrs. Liley," I replied with a small smile.

"You're free to leave with Rafael," she said, smiling at me and giving Rafael a nod before gathering her things and heading out.