The Master's Spanked Recruit

A ranking is posted outside the locker room and Reid Oliver decides every line of it. I am two places off the lead slot.
I do not avoid his corrections. I go looking for them.

Reid runs this program on hierarchy. He names the hour. I have never been late.
Last Thursday I took the strap bent across his desk and counted every stroke while men changed on the far side of the wall.
He claimed me afterward with the door unlocked. A locker slammed six feet away.

That is the shame of it. Not the strap. That the footsteps in the corridor are what I take home.
He writes my name at the top of a page and I would agree to anything.

The next appointment is Thursday at six and it will run longer than the last.
Bent over the desk. The strap until I have counted it out. One more demand than last week. Then whatever he says I have earned.
He can hand the lead slot to anyone he likes, one open door ends his position and my future in the same second, and I confirmed it myself.
What am I chasing when I ask to be corrected? What am I if he stops writing my name at all?

A full-length gay exhibitionism discipline erotic novel featuring an eager trainee and the instructor who holds his ranking.