“Little?” she provided, a ghost of a smile on her lips.
“Yeah. Well, I’m more of a Middle, technically. And Kylie’s definitely a Little, but I don’t really know her age. She seems to bounce back and forth between like, five or six and closer to my age. But that’s not the point.” Shaking his head, he tried tothink, to get back on track so she’d stop staring at him with those patient, waiting eyes. “Anyway we aren’t really a good fitbecause, I mean, I can be kind of toppy sometimes but I’m not a Daddy and Kylie deserves someone who can give her the kind of care she needs when she’s Little. And, well, we got to talking after that night you spanked us and we realized, um…”
“Spit it out, Mr. Hollis.”
Dragging in a deep breath, he gathered all his courage and did exactly that. “We want you to be our Mommy.”
Silence fell around them, much like it had when Kylie had refused to go to the corner. When Professor Renard spoke again, shattering the silence, her voice was flat.
“I’m not a Mommy, Daniel.”
“Really? Because—no offense, Ma’am—but you look very much like a Mommy to me right now.”
“Comforting a submissive after an intense punishment is simply being a good Domme. It has nothing to do with being a Mommy.”
“I know that. I’m not stupid.”
He hated being treated like he didn’t know things. Especially when he was in his “Little” space. And some of the hurt he was feeling must have come through in his voice because Professor Renard’s expression softened.
“Of course you aren’t, Daniel. You’re one of my brightest students. I’m just trying to explain that you might be reading more into this interaction than there really is.”
“Maybe you aren’t reading enough into it.” At her bland stare, he rolled his eyes. “All right. Say you aren’t a Mommy. Would you be opposed to trying it? With us, specifically? We wouldn’t have to call you that if the title makes you uncomfortable. But, well, we’re both really attracted to you, Professor. Can you at least give us a chance? Go on a date with us, just one date, and we can talk things out, see if we’re a good fit. If you still aren’t interested after our date, we’ll go backto being perfectly behaved students and we won’t bother you anymore.”
Another long silence, followed by Professor Renard’s sigh. “All right.Onedate.”
Hope beat at his chest, almost painful with its intensity. Kylie sat up straighter, her eyes still rimmed with red but now sparkling with the light he was so used to seeing in the deep brown and she grinned around her pacifier.
“But first, I still owe you a spanking for disrupting my class, Daniel James.”
Aw, crap. He’d completely forgotten about that.
Dammit.
Despite her claims to the contrary, Professor Renard looked exactly like a stern Mommy as she pointed to the spot next to her. “There is a wooden ruler in the top left corner of my desk. Retrieve it for me and then come stand right here and take your jeans and underwear down while I get Kylie settled.”
Cheeks burning with embarrassment despite the room being completely empty of other students, he hurried over to her desk to retrieve the ruler, the surprisingly heavy weight of it in his hand making his stomach clench. Ruler in hand, he moved to her side and reached for the button on his jeans while juggling the ruler.
While he went to work baring himself for his punishment, Professor Renard gave Kylie a hard squeeze. “You were very brave for me, Kylie Anne. But I need to take care of Daniel now. Can you be a Big girl and pull your shorts up for me and go have a seat at your desk?”
Kylie hesitated, then nodded. Rising awkwardly from the professor’s lap, she tugged her shorts and panties back up over her pink bottom and shuffled over to her desk, still sucking on the pacifier like it was a lifeline.
Huh. Maybe he’d been wrong about Kylie not being quite that Little.
But he only had a few seconds to contemplate this new development before he was facedown over Professor Renard’s lap, his cock pressing against the soft flesh of her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up considerably during Kylie’s spanking, and now the only thing separating his skin from hers was a thin layer of pantyhose.
“I am not making any decisions just yet about being your Mommy,” Professor Renard began, her hand stroking his quivering bottom. “But if Iwereto decide to take on that role, I would expect you to set a good example for Kylie. Per your own assessment, she is younger than you when you’re both in a Little headspace, so it’s your job to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble. Which is why you’ll be getting a dozen with this ruler after your spanking, to remind you to take better care of your friend.”
“Oh, professor, that’s not fair!” Kylie, who had taken the pacifier from her mouth, cried out in protest. “It was my idea. I should get the ruler!”
“I’m not interested in whose idea it was, but thank you for your honesty, Kylie. What I am interested in, is teaching a naughty boy how to be a good influence.”
With that, her palm connected sharply with his bare skin, sending little shocks of pain through him.
Was she spanking harder than before, or had he just forgotten how much it freakinghurt? Was this why Kylie had freaked out earlier?
Understandable, if so. The woman could spank like nobody’s business.
“If you two want to be mine, you need to understand there will be expectations on both of you.” The quick, sharp swats never faltered as she lectured. “I expect my submissives to beon their best behavior in public. Acting out like you two have done the past two weeks would not be tolerated. I am harsh, and demanding, and strict. I am not the sweet cuddly Mommy of your dreams.”
