He’d said those two words to her dozens of times during her tenure as a Rawhide U professor. There was no reason to think he meant it any differently now. But itfeltdifferent, and that difference had her clenching her thighs together beneath her desk as her imagination conjured up images of him whispering those words beneath her in bed, his eyes full of mischief. Or standing in front of her, all sniffly and teary-eyed from a spanking. Or?—
Seriously. Stop it.
She forced her gaze away from him as he made his way toward his usual seat, to Kylie’s left and one row back. But in doing so, her attention was drawn to the Little girl in question, and the frown on her face as she watched her best friend settle at his desk.
Maybe she wasn’t a Mommy, but she was a damn good Domme. And every instinct she had was screaming at her that she had two submissives in her presence who were up to no good.
Before she could question them, however, the door opened again and more students streamed in. Addison swallowed her annoyance at the interruption, since it wasn’t their fault class was about to start, and scanned her lesson plan one final time before the bell rang.
When it did, she took her place at the front of the class, clearing her throat once to indicate everyone should quiet down. Which they did.
Except for Kylie and Daniel.
The pair continued their whispered conversation, with Kylie’s giggles ringing out in the otherwise silent classroom. Every other student turned to stare at them, eyes wide with surprise at this new development.
“Ms. Nichols. Mr. Hollis. Eyes on me, please.”
But they didn’t so much as acknowledge she’d spoken.
How to handle them? With pretty much any other student, she would pull them up to the front of the class, bend them over her desk, and make use of the thick wooden school board paddle hanging on the wall for that exact purpose.
And she was tempted to do exactly that. The thought of having them both bent over her desk, their adorable bottoms on display as she reddened them, nearly made her knees weak with need.
Which was exactly why she couldn’t do it. Getting involved with students at the University wasn’t forbidden—in fact, many of the professors had found their partners in their classrooms—but there were too many variables at play. If it didn’t work out, then the last few weeks of classes would be wildly uncomfortable. Perhaps even unbearable, and the last thing she wanted was to sabotage their education because she couldn’t resist her baser urges.
And if itdidwork out, well, Kylie and Daniel were both graduating next month. Then what? Where would that leave them?
No. Best just to keep her distance for the time being.
With that in mind, she returned to her desk and pulled out two pink slips, making note of their disobedience and her suggested punishments. Carrying the slips over, she slapped onedown on each of their desks, making them jump and stare up at her.
“Report to Mr. Chambers after class. Any more disruptions and I will excuse you both from my classroom, and I will double the suggested count on those slips. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The same reply from both of them, but two very different reactions. Daniel’s bottom lip pushed out, just a bit, reminding her of a child who’d just been denied a treat. Whereas Kylie’s eyes filled with tears and she looked like she might start sobbing at any moment.
Ignoring the way her arms ached to hold the sweet Little girl with the tear-filled eyes, Addison returned to the front of the classroom, pinning all of her students with a stern glare to remind them she did not tolerate disruptions in her classroom.
“Now, let’s talk negotiations in the business world.”
Kylie
“My butthurts.”
Flopping facedown on her bed, Kylie whined as she rubbed at her aching bottom. For two weeks now, she and Danny had been doing everything in their power to get Professor Renard to notice them. But every time, she simply filled out a pink slip and sent them to Mr. Chambers.
Today had been especially difficult. They’d both shown up nearly half an hour late to class, and Kylie had rolled her eyes when Professor Renard had called her out for it. The resulting caning had left them both with six painful lines across their asses, but still no closer to actually making any progress in their relationship with their gorgeous professor.
“Poor Kylie.” Danny’s voice echoed with sympathy. “You want some arnica?”
“Oh, god, please. I’m so sore.”
Pillowing her head on her arms, she closed her eyes as his large hands flipped up her skirt and tugged her regulation panties down below her bottom. He let out a low whistle and she could hear the wince in his voice when he spoke.
“Damn, Ky. You should have asked me sooner.” Cool lotion coated her cheeks and then his hands were on her, massaging the cream into her skin and she had to bite her lip against the moan that threatened to escape. A moan that was part relief and part need, because the feel of his hands on her ass was making her feel things she didn’t want to be feeling right now. Not before they got Professor Renard on board.
“I didn’t think about it.” Had been toomadthat her plan wasn’t working to think about the state of her poor ass. And it wasn’t so much that the punishments were over the top, but more that she wasn’t used to being spanked so often. She really only ever got into trouble when she was Little, and since those instances were few and far between, she never really built up a tolerance for spankings.
