BEVERLY The leather seat of my sedan had been an instrument of absolute torture for the entire twenty-minute drive to campus. Without underwear, every single bump in the road brought the cool, smooth leather of the driver's seat into direct contact with my bare skin. My backside was still throbbing with a deep, persistent heat from the heavy leather paddle, and the friction against my raw welts made me suck in a sharp breath at every traffic light. My hands had gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. By the time I pulled into the university parking structure, my heart was hammering a wild, frantic rhythm against my ribs. I grabbed my designer tote bag, stepped out of the car, and immediately tugged down on the hem of my sleeveless beige turtleneck dress. The soft knit fabric felt scandalously short, ending barely an inch below the swell of my hips. Every time a cool morning breeze swept across the pavement, it brushed against my bare thighs, sending a viole
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