And for what? For her to be outed not just as a Little, but a pouty, bratty, argumentative one at that.
This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.
“If you two can manage to keep a civil tongue in your heads, you may come out of your corners, now.”
Part of her wanted to hurry back to the middle of the room, to drop to her knees at Addison’s feet and beg forgiveness. The other part wanted to simply squeeze herself as far into the corner as she could manage.
It was the second part that won out, at least at first.
“Ms. Nichols.” Professor Renard’s tone held more than a hint of irritation and Kylie had to bite her lip to keep from whimpering. “Is this your way of telling me that you are refusing to engage in a calm, rational discussion with Mr. Hollis?”
“No!” Horrified by the implication, Kylie spun around. Professor Renard was standing there, her arms crossed and a single ruddy brow raised in question. Danny stood in front of her, his expression a mixture of amusement and sympathy. “I mean. No, Ma’am. Not at all.”
“Then why are you still standing in the corner?”
It’s always best to be honest, especially when you’re feeling very Little, Kylie. The adults around you aren’t mind readers and they need to know how to help you.
That was what her Uncle Sammy was always telling her. Uncle Sammy wasn’t really her Uncle. He was Eliza’s, Kylie’s best friend and former roommate’s, Daddy. But once Kylie had started spending the night every weekend and having regular playdates with Eliza, he’d offered to let her call him Uncle Sammy when she was feeling Very Little. Which she only let herself be in the safety of their apartment.
Or with Danny.
Danny was the first person other than Master Derek she’d ever told about her Little side. And he’d immediately stepped in as a big brother of sorts, playing games with her and teasing her and taking care of her on days when she needed to let her Little out to play.
“Um.” Shifting from foot to foot, Kylie twisted the bottom of her shirt between her fingers. “I’m just… embarrassed, Ma’am.”
“What are you embarrassed about, Ms. Nichols?”
Being called by her “college student name” when she was dressed like this and still teetering on the edge of her Little space was very disconcerting. “I didn’t expect anyone to see me like this,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes and making it difficult to speak.
“Aw, Kylie. Don’t cry. You know I hate it when you cry.” Danny took a step in her direction, but Professor Renard snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground.
“Stay where you are, Mr. Hollis. Kylie, come here.”
The corners of Danny’s mouth dipped down into a frown, but he didn’t move. “She’s not going to come to you if you keep talking to her like that. Not when she’s Little.”
“I am not Little!” Which was mostly true, though she wasn’t entirely Big, either. She was stuck in some weird in-between place and she couldn’t seem to move fully into either headspace.
“How else am I supposed to talk to her?”
The purely baffled tone of Professor Renard’s voice surprised a giggle out of Kylie, who immediately slapped her hands over her mouth, horrified by her response.
“Oh god. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh! Please just leave so I can die of embarrassment in private.”
“Absolutely not.” Shrugging off her jacket, Professor Renard tossed it over the end of the bed before popping open the button of her long white sleeve. Saliva pooled in Kylie’s mouth as the other woman deftly rolled the sleeve to her elbow. “What you are going to do, is come over here and put yourself over my lap like a good girl, so I can spank that naughty bottom. I won’t ask you a third time, Kylie.”
Going over Addison Renard’s lap was every fantasy she’d ever had come to life.
And her absolute worst nightmare at the same time.
“But-but-I didn’t do anything naughty!”
“If I have to tell you again, Kylie, I will be asking Mr. Hollis to let me borrow his belt. Naughty Little girls who do not do as they’re told go to bed with sore, welted bottoms. What’s it going to be, little girl?”
Chapter Two
Dan
He couldn’t decide if he was turned on or horrified by the situation playing out in front of him.
