Chapter 4
“ Z oey, you’re going to be fine,” Evan was saying, pressing a kiss to her temple.
The two were in Zoey’s office, which used to be her bedroom when she’d first moved in with Evan.
It seemed like ages ago now when Zoey broke up with her ex and Evan offered her a room.
She’d thought it would be temporary. Never in her wildest dreams could the hot doctor ever fall in love with her, a little insignificant nurse’s assistant.
But that’s exactly what had happened. He had confessed his love for her and a few months later, she was sharing a bedroom with him.
Since then, Evan had helped Zoey convert her old bedroom into an office.
It had a shelf for her books and a large L-shaped desk with a sleek computer.
There was even a cute pink plush sofa for when she needed to take a short break.
Evan also bought her a mini fridge completely stocked with drinks and healthy snacks to keep her energized while she worked .
“You’ve been studying all day, Zoey,” he assured her. He reached over and shut the textbook she had been looking over. “We went through those flashcards and your notes together. I really think you’re going to ace this test.”
Zoey took a breath and leaned back in her chair, shutting her eyes tiredly. “I know you’re right,” she said finally. “I’m just so nervous. I think I’ve studied all I can, though. My brain feels like it’s going to explode.”
Evan smiled at her sympathetically and pulled her up from her chair. Zoey resisted slightly, tugging her arm away.
“What is it?” she asked. She stood before him but refused to walk with him.
Evan’s smile became a smirk. “I have a surprise for you.”
Zoey pursed her lips as she stared into his almost smug expression. “I’m not sure I want whatever surprise you have planned for me.” She said it in an honest, but respectful tone.
“I’ve decided that you’ve studied enough for today,” he said firmly. He glanced at his watch. “We still have about an hour before bedtime, so we’re going to spend that time helping you wind down.”
“What is this surprise?” she asked, raising her voice a little.
Evan didn’t answer and tugged on her wrist a bit more firmly.
“How much enjoyment you get out of this surprise will depend entirely on how well-behaved you are,” he said in a mischievous tone.
He frowned sternly, then. “If you continue to resist, for example, you aren’t going to enjoy this very much.
And I would like it very much if your first impression was a positive one. ”
Zoey grimaced, but complied. “Okay, okay,” she said. She allowed herself to be led out of the room and down the hall to the door leading into Evan’s office.
Evan’s office was much bigger than hers, more than double the size.
Evan was an avid reader so he kept a library on one side of the room, which was composed of four large shelves that stretched from the floor to the ceiling.
That area of the office alone was about the size of a standard bedroom.
The other side had a leather sofa and a couple of reading chairs.
When Evan pushed the office door open and the two stepped inside, it took Zoey a moment to realize that the sofa and reading chairs had been removed.
In their place was a perfect replica of an old-fashioned classroom.
Up against the wall was a large rolling old-fashioned chalkboard, complete with an eraser and a box of chalk.
Facing the chalkboard was a single wooden student desk.
Zoey’s eyes bugged out of her head as she turned to look up at Evan, who looked quite pleased with himself.
“When did you do this?” she asked in dismay, hesitantly approaching the setup.
“I ordered this stuff a few weeks back,” he told her. “They got delivered last week. I got off of work a bit early so I came back here to set it all up before picking you up from school.”
Zoey swallowed hard. She could feel her nipples harden beneath her t-shirt. Her voice came out as a murmur. “But why did you do this? What is this all for?” She jumped when Evan let go of her wrist and gave her pert bottom a couple of affectionate pats.
“This is for when I feel you need a bit of extra help or motivation with your studies,” he said. He led her forward so they were standing right in front of the chalkboard. “When you need my help studying, you’ll sit at this desk and I’ll use this chalkboard to help you review.”
Zoey blushed as she looked at the setup. There was something extremely intimate about it. She could imagine Evan as a stern schoolteacher, complete with a tweed jacket and glasses. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat unsuccessfully.
“But I thought I was done studying for today,” she said.
Evan didn’t answer and reached underneath the desk and revealed a paper shopping bag. He held it out to her. “Go to our bedroom and put on what you find in this bag,” he told her in a voice that left no room for arguments. “I’ll be waiting right here for you.”
Zoey pressed her lips together, wanting to ask or look in the bag in front of him but thought better of it and took the bag before leaving the room.
The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering around like a mini tornado.
She shut the bedroom door lightly behind her and peeked in the bag, already having a pretty good idea of what was inside.
The sight of the skimpy schoolgirl uniform made her mouth go dry.
She pulled out the red plaid skirt that she could already tell would be really short.
She undressed slowly, feeling like she was in a dream.
She pulled the skirt on and as she predicted, it rested just below her bottom.
If she bent over even slightly, the bottom of her pink panties would be visible.
She tugged at the hem of the skirt self-consciously before pulling on the button-up white shirt.
Last was a pair of long white socks that reached her thigh.
She dashed out of the room, being careful not to look at the full-length mirror on her way out .
She padded back to the office, feeling very much like she was a naughty schoolgirl going to the principal’s office. She stopped at the office door. Was she supposed to knock? She shook her head at the silly thought and pushed the door open.
Evan was standing in front of the chalkboard. He was wearing his usual dark slacks and button-down shirt, but it seemed different to Zoey somehow. He suddenly looked like a stern teacher.
She caught Evan giving her a look up and down as she crossed the room to stand beside the desk, unsure what she should do. She felt shy under his piercing gaze, even though his eyes shone with approval.
“Welcome, Ms. Lu,” he said in a husky voice. “That uniform suits you.”
Zoey could feel her cheeks burning. “Thank you,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.
Evan nodded. “If you’ll take your seat,” he said, completely in character. He waved his hand in front of him to indicate the single student desk. “We will begin and discuss what this class will entail.”
Zoey grimaced but did as instructed and slid into the seat.
She felt a little silly all of a sudden.
She didn’t know what she was supposed to do with her hands.
Was she supposed to clasp them in front of her like a good little girl?
She blushed at the thought and settled for burying them into the material of her skirt.
The desk had looked so stiff and hard, but Zoey was surprised to find it was pretty comfortable. Her feet usually dangled an inch or so from the floor at the desks at her school, but with this one she was able to put her feet flat on the floor. It was as if the desk was made for her.
“Welcome to the first day of class,” he said completely seriously. He smirked playfully for a moment. “It will be a short one since it is getting late and I’m sure you have a bedtime to abide by.”
Zoey giggled a little and nodded.
Evan grinned at her and then made his face serious again. “This will mainly be a study hall to give you time to complete the assignments that you already have. You will come here when there is an exceptional amount of work to do, especially when you are preparing for midterms and final exams.”
After a beat, Zoey raised her hand.
Evan nodded encouragingly. “Yes, Ms. Lu?”
“How will I know when I’m supposed to study here?” she asked.
“Good question,” Evan said. He turned to write on the chalkboard.
“These class sessions will be held on a need basis. The couple of days leading up to midterm and final exams will be on the schedule. If I feel you are getting overly stressed about classes, then we will hold sessions accordingly.” He stepped away from the board.
He had written ‘Class Schedule’ at the top and underneath, a quick summary of what they had just discussed.
Zoey nodded her understanding. She pressed her lips together when she watched Evan write ‘Punishment Policy’ next to ‘Class Schedule.’ She shifted in her seat.
“Punishments are for when I feel as if you haven’t been exercising your full potential,” he intoned, his voice deep and silky.
“For example, if you aren’t keeping up with your studying and assignments, I will intervene with disciplinary sessions.
These could include anything from writing lines to getting your bottom caned. ”
Zoey’s eyes widened. “Caned?” she whimpered.
Evan nodded before stepping to the side of the chalkboard and pulling something out from behind it.
The wooden cane was long and thin. Evan walked purposefully to Zoey and held it out to her.
Zoey hesitated before taking it in both hands.
It was lightweight, but Zoey still winced when she felt it.
She could tell it would sting and bite terribly over her bottom.
“I will reserve the cane for the most severe punishments,” Evan told her, taking it back from her after she got a good feel.