Oh, god. Nobody had ever told her they weredisappointedin her before. Not even her parents, at least not that she could remember.
A sob rose in her chest, choking her. “P-please. I can’t—I can’t—please.”
The spanking ceased, and then Professor Renard’s voice was ringing out, firm and clear. “Class dismissed. Out, all of you. Not you, Mr. Hollis.”
When the professor spoke again, her voice was softer, quieter. “Shh, baby. Come here, sweetheart. It’s all right. You’re okay. You’re safe, little one.”
Crying too hard to protest, Kylie let herself be helped up, let herself be cradled on her professor’s lap as she wept. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she chanted, burying her face in the other woman’s neck.
“Daniel. There’s an unopened pack of pacifiers in the bottom right drawer of my desk. Would you open the pack and bring me one, please?”
“Oh, um, I don’t think Kylie’s that Little, Ma’am.”
“Daniel. Do as I asked. Now.”
Danny was right. She wasn’t that Little. But she couldn’t seem to get the words out past the sobs.
Besides. She’d been more than naughty enough already. There was no point in making things worse by arguing.
So when something rubber pressed between her lips, she simply opened her mouth and sucked. Surprisingly, it helped.
It helped a lot, actually. All of her attention went to the pacifier, rather than how naughty she’d been, howdisappointedthe woman she wanted to call Mommy was in her. And with every passing second, the pressure in her chest eased a little bit more. Until she could finally draw a deep breath through her nose.
“There we go,” Addison murmured, pressing a kiss to Kylie’s temple. “Feeling better, little one?”
Humiliation crept in, but Kylie nodded. Shedidfeel better, even if she was terribly embarrassed by the way she’d broken down during her spanking.
“Good. Because we clearly need to have a conversation about what’s been going on with the two of you. Daniel, you may begin.”
Danny
Well… shit.
Now that he was standing here, watching his best friend sniffle and whimper around a pacifier while hot-as-fuck Professor Renard watched him with those eerily green eyes, he wasn’t sure exactly what to say.
And the professor was clearly running out of patience.
“Daniel. Either you can explain to me why you two have been hellbent on disrupting my class andonlymy class for the last two weeks, or I can take you both down to Master Derek and let him deal with you. What’s it going to be?”
Double shit. If Master Derek got involved, they wouldn’t sit properly for a week.
Of course, that was still a possibility once he came clean to Professor Renard, but it was pretty much a given with Master Derek. And, well, they’d wanted her attention and, whoo boy, did they have her attention.
“If I tell you, will you promise not to be mad?” God, he hated how Little he felt right now. Even though he was pretty sure he was more of a Middle, in that moment he felt about five years old, confessing his sins to Mommy.
Professor Renard raised a brow. “I promise to listen to whatever you have to tell me and treat you both fairly, no matter what you’re about to confess.”
That was probably as good as he was going to get, so he nodded and swallowed hard. “Um, okay. Well, the thing is… Kylie and I really like each other. As in…likelike each other.”
The corners of her lips twitched. “Mr. Hollis, I regret to inform you this information is not a secret. The entire Ranch is aware of your feelings for each other.”
Embarrassment heated his cheeks. Great. So everyone had been talking about them behind their backs?
On the professor’s lap, Kylie whined and buried her face even deeper in the crook of the other woman’s neck. Professor Renard rubbed at her back, making soft shushing noises.
“It’s all right, Kylie. Everyone thinks it’s rather sweet, actually. But what does that have to do with you two acting out in my class?”
“Well, you may have noticed, we’re both kind of…”
