Both. Definitely a little bit of both. There was no denying he was turned on when his cock was hard as a rock and pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He’d playfully spanked Kylie a few times during the course of their friendship, usually after she’d intentionally baited him into doing so. From experience, he knew her bottom bounced beautifully under a hard palm and that she’d wiggle and kick her feet in the most adorable way.
But he’d never actually disciplined her, not for real. Their relationship wasn’t like that. As much as he enjoyed spanking a naughty girl, he’d realized early on he wasn’t built to be a Dom outside of the occasional scene. The idea of being in chargeallthe time, being the one to set and enforce rules, being the responsible one just sounded exhausting.
And judging by the look on Kylie’s face right now, the idea of being disciplined was not turning her on at all. Which in turn made him feel more than a little ashamed of his own arousal.How could he be turned on when his best friend looked like a rabbit who was about to bolt back into her hole?
Then again, how could henotbe turned on when Professor Renard was sitting on the bed, with her sleeves rolled up and the curvy body he usually tried very hard not to notice on display now that she’d removed her jacket, looking like a very stern Mommy?
The entire situation was designed to tick every single one of his “perfect fantasy” boxes. Other than Kylie’s look of terror, of course. Usually in his fantasies when she was about to be spanked, she had her usual look of cheerful mischief on her face as she draped herself over his thighs.
“Professor Renard, may I please go talk to Kylie? I think I might be able to help.”
Their professor frowned, the gesture making her look even more severe than usual, and he had to bite back a groan as his cock throbbed in his pants. “Yes,” she said after a long hesitation. “If you think you can help, go ahead.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” He crossed the room in just a few steps, pulling Kylie into his arms. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to be scared. I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”
“I can’t let her spank me!” Kylie whispered loudly, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing so tightly he had to fight to drag air into his lungs. “I’ll die of embarrassment, Danny, I’ll justdie.”
Oh yeah, she was definitely still feeling Little. Big Kylie was logical and witty and level-headed.
Little Kylie was the complete opposite. Loud and brash and prone to fits of drama. Which was normally adorable but right then he needed her to listen.
“I promise you won’t die. You’ve been spanked by other teachers and I know Master Derek paddled you at least once.”
“Yes but they weren’ther.”
“Aw, Ky. I know she can be a little scary but?—”
“That’s not it!” Yanking back, Kylie glared up at him. “I am not scared of her. At least, not like that.”
His mind raced, trying to pinpoint the source of her panic. But nothing she was saying made any sense. “Help me out here, Ky. I’m trying to understand, but you’re not making a whole lot of sense right now.”
Kylie dragged in a deep breath and let it out on a dramatic sigh. “She’s just so pretty.”
“I’m still not sure why you’re scared of… oh.” The pieces finally began clicking into place. “I didn’t realize you, ah,likedwomen like that.”
“I like lotsa people like that,” she said with a shrug. “And I’ve been trying so hard to stay out of trouble so she’d see what a good girl I am, but it figures the first time she really notices me is when I’m like this.”
Poor kid. Crushing on a teacher was awkward enough under normal circumstances but crushing on a teacher at a BDSM Ranch was bound to have all kinds of complications. “Ky, I’m sure Professor Renard still knows you’re a good girl. But hiding over here in the corner and refusing to follow her instructions isn’t really helping your case.”
More tears welled in her eyes as her face crumpled. “I know! I ruinedeverything!”
Shit. That was not the reaction he’d been going for. “No, no, no that’s not what I said at all. Look, all of the bossy types around here know we’re not perfect. They wouldn’t be happy if they didn’t have a reason to spank our butts on occasion. So really, you’re doing her a solid. I bet she was looking for a reason to whoop someone.”
“Really?” Swiping at her eyes, Kylie sniffled loudly. “But I heard she hates brats.”
“I heard that too. But maybe the rumors of her strictness have been greatly exaggerated,” he joked. “Either way, she says you’ve earned a spanking so if you really wanna prove to her that you’re a good girl, you’ll go over there and take your lumps.”
“Okay. You promise you don’t think I ruined any chance I had with her?”
“Pinky promise.” He held up a fist with his smallest finger sticking up. Giggling like her usual bubbly Little self, Kylie hooked her pinky with his.
“Guess I’ll go take my spanking now,” she said with a sigh when they pulled their pinkies apart.
“I’ll be right here for snuggles afterward if you need them.”
“You better be.” Straightening her shoulders, Kylie marched past him, over to the empty bed Professor Renard had seated herself on. Again he was made painfully aware of his own arousal as Kylie draped herself across the professor’s shapely thighs, her upper body and legs supported by the bed.
It wasn’t a fantasy he’d ever thought to have before. But he had a feeling after today he’d be replaying this scene over and over in his mind every single night before bed.
