Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Dan
He couldn’t decide if he was turned on or horrified by the situation playing out in front of him.
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 charge all the 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 he not be 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 just die.”
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’t her.”
“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, liked women 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 ruined everything!”
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.
“You were very naughty today, Kylie,” the professor lectured as she tugged Kylie’s snug shorts to her knees.
“Not only did you yell at your friend and accuse him of cheating, you also told me ‘No’ when I instructed you to go to the corner. And then you refused to come to me when I called you. Do you have anything to say for yourself, little girl?”
“I’m very sorry, Professor.” Kylie’s words were muffled a bit, but the apology—and the tears in her voice—still came through. “It won’t happen again.”
“Let’s make sure it doesn’t.”
He watched in awe as her hand snapped against Kylie’s bare bottom, leaving behind a distinct pink splotch. One crisp spank after another, she turned Kylie’s bottom pink as Kylie whimpered and fluttered her feet in response.
Dan frowned at the scene unfolding in front of him. Normally, Kylie was much more vocal and… squirmy during a spanking, even a playful one. It was clear she was still trying to impress Professor Renard and show her what a good girl she could be during a spanking.
An ache built in his chest. His friend deserved to be with someone who understood and accepted all the parts of her. The sweet, studious intellectual and the happy, bratty, loud Little.
Sometimes he wished he was a Daddy. Or that he could at least give her more of what she needed.
But maybe if he couldn’t be those things for her, he could help her find someone else who could be everything she deserved, and more.
Kylie
Ow, ow, ow, ow.
Professor Renard was not holding back. Or if she was, Kylie hoped she never earned a spanking from her where she didn’t hold back because every swat felt like a brand across her bare skin.
And the worst part was, she couldn’t even kick up a fuss like she usually did when she was feeling Little.
Uncle Sammy and Danny had both made it clear she could squirm and fuss all she wanted when she was over their knees, and she happily took them up on it, crying and kicking and carrying on until she’d thoroughly worn herself out.
Even though Danny’s spankings were still mostly for fun, she let herself be as Little and loud as she wanted.
It helped her get out some of the emotions she kept bottled inside when she was Big.
But she couldn’t do that now, so all the emotions were still stuck in her chest. No matter how hard the professor spanked, she couldn’t quite let them go.
It was like someone had built a dam in her chest, blocking her from being able to release all the shame and guilt over the way she’d acted toward Danny. And toward Professor Renard.
The spanking stopped before the dam could break, and she lay over the professor’s lap, panting for breath as the other woman let her hand rest on Kylie’s aching bottom. “Are you going to be a good girl and speak nicely to your friends, Kylie Anne?”
Kylie bit back a groan. Hearing her full name in Professor Renard’s sexy, smoky voice was making her feel things she should definitely not be feeling at that moment. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“And the next time I tell you to take your naughty bottom to the corner, what are you going to do?”
“Go to the corner. Do not pass ‘Go’, do not collect two hundred dollars.”
Silence fell around her and it took her a moment to realize what she’d said. Oh no.
“Little girl… did you just make a Monopoly joke while you are over my lap getting your bare bottom spanked?”
This day seriously could not get any more embarrassing. “Um, well, I sorta thought the spanking was over but other than that… yes, Ma’am.”
“It’s lucky for you I have a good sense of humor about these things. Another Domme might decide you haven’t been spanked nearly hard enough if you’re cracking jokes.”
In all the time she’d been at Rawhide University, Kylie had not seen a single glimpse of this sense of humor Professor Renard claimed to possess. But she was smart enough not to point that out when she was still in a prime spanking position. “Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted. I hope I don’t have to punish you again any time soon. You may get up now.”
She nearly tripped trying to yank her shorts up at the same time she was scrambling to get up from the professor’s lap. “I really am sorry for my behavior. It won’t happen again.”
“Thank you for that. But I think you owe someone else an apology as well.”
Turning to Danny, she shifted from foot to foot, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry I accused you of cheating, Danny. I know you wouldn’t actually cheat.”
“It’s okay, Ky. I’m sorry I said you can’t make a decent healing potion. Can I get a hug?”
Tears burned in her throat as she rushed into his arms. While the dam inside her still didn’t break, the emotions crowding her chest did ease back a bit, making it easier for her to breathe. “Thank you.”
“Told you I’d be here for snuggles when you were done,” he whispered. He pressed a kiss to her hair and she sighed as that crowd of emotions backed off even more. “You took that spanking like a champ.”
“All right, Mr. Hollis. Your turn.”