We fell into our new routine: Running each morning at sunrise with Toby and others, back-to-back showers, silent commutes together to work, then meeting again in the evening for dinner and discussion of our day. My smoking ceased after a while, but often we found some little infraction for him to spank me over. Then we cuddled and watched tv until it was "bedtime" and Izaak tucked me in with a kiss on the forehead.
It was overwhelming to live the "little" fantasy that I'd idealized in my mind for so long. Almost too good to be true. I'd always wanted a guardian who would lead by example and enforce healthy habits. Izaak easily slipped into that role for me. Staying on the straight and narrow was boring but so far had kept me out of trouble. Just a tiny part of me was starting to feel rebellious, ready to be on my own again.
Work became monotonous. Gabe was strict but fair. I got used to being yelled at (because I really wasn't that great at my job) and he gave me credit when it was due. At least my past work in the service industry helped me keep my boss pleased. I dressed as sexy as our formal office environment allowed, brought him coffee when he needed, sweet talked to angry clients until they calmed down, and weaseled our way into important events. I'm sure that's the only reason he didn't fire me from the beginning.
As my first full week at work ended, I focused once again on my new social life. Friends: something I didn't have much of in Michigan. Now I chatted with Molly frequently throughout the day, and jogged next to Toby every morning making small talk. Vanessa and I didn't vibe well, but I considered her an acquaintance. And Izaak was the mentor I never thought I'd have. The "spanko family" as Molly called it. A piece of me worried of disappointing them, but the rest of my puzzle felt secure.
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