Her naughty boy was enjoying his spanking.
No. Not yours. Just a student.
She reminded herself of that as she silently counted the swats. Kylie had gotten an even thirty, so she capped Daniel’s at twenty since he’d only earned the one punishment. Every couple of swats she caught his sharp intake of breath, though he didn’t whimper or kick his feet like Kylie had done.
What would it take to get more of a reaction out of him?
And why did she suddenly want so badly to find out?
Much like she had with Kylie, she let her hand rest on his backside when all twenty spanks had been delivered, savoring the warmth emanating from his skin.
“Are you going to remember to speak to your friends with kindness in the future, Daniel?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m very sorry you had to interrupt your day to deal with our fight.”
What a sweet, sweet boy.
She’d always been a sucker for a sweet subbie boy.
Dammit.
“Thank you for that very nice apology, Daniel. Up you go.”
She helped him stand, and from the corner of her eye she caught Kylie’s eyes going wide at the clear sight of Daniel’s cock standing fully erect before he yanked his boxers up to cover it. Red colored his cheeks in the most adorable display of embarrassment she’d ever seen as he quickly pulled his jeans back into place as well. Kylie turned away, deliberately looking everywhere but at Daniel, and once again Addison found herself smothering a laugh.
“Are you two going to play nicely now?” she asked, keeping her voice stern although she was feeling anything but at the moment.
“Yes, Ma’am,” they responded in soft unison.
Again that longing welled inside her, for something she had no business wanting, and for a moment she was tempted to ask if they had plans for dinner. The thought of sharing a meal with them, laughing at their antics, scolding them for their misbehavior before taking them to bed with her was almost more than she could resist.
Because it was so fucking tempting, she forced herself to stand and retrieve her jacket and clipboard from where she’d left them on the end of the bed. “I’ll see you both in class tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
Turning on her heel, she marched from the room to finish her rounds before taking herself back to her own empty apartment.
Kylie
They ordered the ice cream Danny had promised, and they ate it in strained silence as a movie played on her tv. By some unspoken accord, neither of them had even mentioned returning to their game.
But she wasn’t really paying attention to the movie. Or her ice cream. She barely tasted the smooth vanilla and hot fudge yumminess as she scooped another bite into her mouth.
All she could think about was howhotit had been watching Danny get spanked by Professor Renard. And how much he’d obviously enjoyed his punishment, if the rather gorgeous erection he’d been sporting at the end of it had been any indication.
Even as she squirmed in her seat at the memory, her chest tightened with… was that jealousy? Was she jealous that someone else could give Danny what she obviously couldn’t?
If it was jealousy, it was ridiculous. She didn’t want to be a Mommy, any more than Danny wanted to be a Daddy.
“Are you gonna eat that ice cream or just glare at it all night?”
Shifting her glare to Danny, she stuck her tongue out at him for good measure. “It’s not nice to tease, Danny. Don’t make me tell Professor Renard on you.”
Red flooded his cheeks, and if they’d had the lights off she was pretty sure she would have seen them glow in the dark. “Shut up, Ky.”
Tickled by his obvious discomfort, she scooped up more ice cream as she watched him stab at his own bowl. “Youlikeher,” she teased in a sing-song voice. The twisting in her tummy was still there, as hard as she tried to ignore it. She’d never seen Danny so flustered over a girl.
Then again, Professor Addison Renard was so much more than a girl. She was a woman. A hot, gorgeous, strict woman.
Everything Kylie wanted. And everything she wasn’t.
