"Good morning, Ms. Olivier," a very unwelcome voice chimed in my ear, "It's time to wake up."

"On whose authority?" I grumbled in the pillows with my eyes shut tight.

"My own."

"I don't think so," I rolled over and went back to sleep.

"No," Sebastian grabbed my blanket and ripped it from the bed, "Now, it's time for you to get up."

"Come on, Sebastian," I whined, shielding the sun from my eyes, "It's too early."

"Early bird catches the worm," he said, folding my blanket, putting it on the trunk at the foot of the bed.

"It's a good thing I don't have wings," I cuddled with a pillow.

Sebastian grabbed a hold of my jaw…almost a little too hard, "That mouth of yours, Ms. Olivier…I think that's what we'll do today."

"What's that?" I wondered, his hand still securely affixed to my face.

"You desperately need some sort of lessons in etiquette," Sebastian pointed out as he loosened his grip, "Quite frankly, there is no time for finishing schools and who better to teach you than me?"

"I don't need etiquette lessons," I shook him off, "I get by just fine."

"I can promise you," Sebastian's gaze met mine, staring into my soul, "I will make you a lady before you leave here, Ms. Olivier."

"Because I'm not one now?" I gave him a look, then I looked down the front of my pajamas, "I'm pretty sure I am…"

Sebastian let a very heavy, very exasperated sigh escape his mouth, "Has anyone ever told you how taxing you can be?"

"Once or twice."

"Out of bed," he demanded, "Now."

"Fine," I gave in, rolling out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I was almost surprised that Sebastian let me bathe myself. And the way he was so forceful…It was all very confusing. I got dressed and looked around the manor for him.

I could only assume he'd be in Ciel's study. Empty…Huh…The library, maybe? Not there either. I looked everywhere and Sebastian was nowhere to be found. That is, until I checked the ballroom…And of course, there he was. Waiting.

"There you are," Sebastian sat comfortably on a piano bench, "Please. Sit with me."

"Ok…" I wasn't sure where this was going, but I sat down next to him like he asked.

"This is how your lessons will work," Sebastian explained, "Cooperate and everything will be fine. Failure to comply will result in you over my knee. Is that understood?"

"Excuse me?" I felt my heart start to race, "Over your knee?"

"Yes."

"Like…?"

"Exactly," Sebastian nodded, "Now, shall we begin then?"

"I guess…" I shrugged. I had actually planned on going to town and checking in with Jamison, but there's always tomorrow.

"First lesson," Sebastian reprimanded, "You'd answer that with a more assuring yes. And don't shrug. That's a mannerism of lower class."

"I am lower class," I pointed out, "I'm working class, Sebastian, not high society. Or did you forget that?"

"The humbling experience of last night reminded me," he shuddered at the mere thought, straightening my body, "Don't slouch."

"Why not?" I asked, squirming beneath his touch, "It's a more comfortable position than this."

"When you're sitting like this," Sebastian explained, "you exude confidence. And confidence is key to getting just about anything you want in this world."

"It's not a cute face and large breasts?" I sassed.

THWAPP!

In one fell swoop, I found my stomach on Sebastian's lap and his hand colliding with my butt in the most painful spanking I had ever had in my life. I think I may have offended him, "I really need to break you of that mouth of yours, Ms. Olivier."

"What did I do wrong there?" I wondered, recovering from the stinging sensation through my lower extremities.

"A lady must never use such vulgarities and obscenities," Sebastian scolded, "Especially not as casually as you just did."

"Do forgive me, sir," my sarcasm kicked up as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, "I will try to conduct myself in a more proper fashion next time."

"And sarcasm," Sebastian swatted me once more, "is the lowest form of wit. Come now, Ms. Olivier. You're much more clever than that. I'm almost positive of it."

That didn't warm my heart at all, "You think so…?"

"I'm quite sure," Sebastian pulled me back up to the piano bench, "Now…Are you going to behave a little better for me…?"

"Yes," I submitted.

"Good," he smirked, running his finger down my face.

And for the rest of the afternoon, that's how it went. I was walking up and down stairs, with or without a dictionary on my head, sitting down, standing up, sitting back down again, eating, drinking, holding a conversation. Anything Sebastian wanted me to know, I knew it before the day was done…and probably with a bright red mark on my butt. When we finished in the dining room, I collapsed onto the table, "Please, Sebastian. Can we be done for the day?"

"Yes," he agreed, "I think that's enough. Besides, we have the rest of the week yet."

"I have an article to write," I pointed out, "I need to go into work in the next day or two."

"Tomorrow then," Sebastian said, "And you won't be going without-"

"An escort, I know," I finished his sentence, "I wasn't planning on it. And I know you'll be the one to do it."

"Of course I will," Sebastian's grip on my wrist tightened, "And you should know better than to cut someone off, Ms. Olivier. I thought we'd been over this."

"We have…" I writhed under his hand, "I'm sorry. Old habits."

"I know," he sighed, "Shall I prepare you something to eat then?"

"No, thank you," I denied him, "I'm not hungry. I'd like to go to bed."

"Yes, Ms. Olivier," Sebastian nodded, "As you wish."

"Sebastian…"

"Yes?"

"We've talked about this," I matched his tone, "You can call me Lumi. I have not one single problem with it."

"Forgive me," Sebastian apologized, "Habits."

"Ok…" I giggled, "I'm going to bed."

"Good night, Lumi…"

"Good night, Sebastian."

As I made my way up the stairs, I started untying my corset, not caring how improper it was. I was in the comfort of my own…well, someone else's home who just happens to not be here at the current moment. And it's not like Sebastian hasn't seen me naked before. On multiple occasions. But I was too exhausted to care at this point. I didn't even bother putting pajamas on. I crawled into Sebastian's bed and drifted into a sweet slumber.