Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Addison
It was a delight, watching Daniel’s eyes go round with surprise.
“Me?” he squeaked out.
“Yes, you. It takes two to tango, as they say. And you also said some not very nice things to your friend, just like Kylie did. So you’ve earned a spanking as well, though you will be receiving a few less since you didn’t argue about being sent to the corner.”
In his arms, Kylie flinched, her shoulders coming up around her ears at Addison’s words and she immediately felt like an ass.
The girl had been punished, so it wasn’t fair to continue bringing up her transgressions.
But she wanted to be clear that they were receiving different punishments for a reason.
She gave him a silent count of five before she raised an eyebrow. “Daniel, my hand is already tired so if you’re going to be difficult I would be more than happy to go retrieve a paddle to use instead.”
“No, Ma’am. Um. I just…” Pulling away from Kylie, he dipped his head to look her in the eye. “You okay, Ky?”
“I’m fine. Don’t get yourself in more trouble over me.”
They were whispering. Loudly. Far too loudly for them to actually believe she couldn’t hear them. Addison coughed lightly to cover her laugh at their antics.
“Okay.” Still looking concerned he glanced over at Addison before returning his attention to Kylie. “We can snuggle again as soon as I’m done. And maybe we’ll order in some ice cream, and I’ll teach you how to make your healing potions better. Sound good?”
A tremulous smile curved Kylie’s lips. “Sounds perfect.”
God, they were adorable together. The more she watched them, the more surprised she was that they weren’t a couple. Then again, if Kylie was a Little and Daniel wasn’t a Daddy, they might not be a good fit in the long run.
Maybe if they both had a Daddy. Or a Mommy…
Stop that. You are not a Mommy. You make a horrible Mommy and you know it. No matter how freaking cute they are.
As she was silently scolding herself, Daniel gave Kylie one last hug before making his way over to Addison’s side. A slight pink tinge colored his cheeks, making him look even more like a Little than he had earlier. “Um. Do you want me to take my pants off, Ma’am?”
“Yes, please. You may leave your underwear on. I’ll pull them down once you’re over my lap.”
He eyed her thighs with doubt. “Are you sure I’ll fit?”
“Daniel, I have had much sturdier men than you over my knee. I know how to handle a naughty boy in need of a spanking.”
The pink in his cheeks darkened. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Normally, she didn’t have a problem keeping her emotions and her… other reactions under control when punishing her students. But her blood was already heated and her body humming from the spanking she’d given Kylie, with her bouncy bottom cheeks and her adorably chubby thighs.
Now, watching Daniel push his jeans down to his knees so he could arrange himself over her lap, her arousal continued to grow. In this position, she could feel the muscles in his thighs, more so than she’d expected given his lanky frame. Clearly he worked out more than he let on.
And there was nothing she enjoyed more than having a man who could physically overpower her put himself so willingly at her mercy.
So she gave herself a minute to enjoy the feeling of a strong man over her knees as she pulled his boxers down, exposing his well-toned backside. Running her short, trimmed nails over his bare skin, she cleared her throat. “Do you understand why you’re being spanked, Daniel?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I was mean to Kylie about our game.” He lifted his head. “Sorry, Ky.”
“It’s okay, Danny.”
An ache she hadn’t felt in a very long time blossomed in her chest at their exchange. It was longing, a yearning for something she’d once gotten a taste of but never really had for her own.
Clearing her throat, she pushed the ache back down and focused on the naughty boy over her knee. “Thank you for apologizing and accepting responsibility for your behavior. Hopefully this will help you remember to be nicer to your friends in the future.”
Her palm stung with the impact when she swatted him, but she savored it. Especially since his skin pinked up almost as well as Kylie’s.
The main difference between him and Kylie was that she hadn’t looked to see if Kylie had been turned on by her spanking. But there was no hiding the hard length pressed against her thigh as she turned his bottom a nice bright pink.
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 how hot it 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. “You like her,” 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.
“I do not,” Danny said with another stab at his ice cream. “She’s a professor.”
“So? Half the professors here have hooked up with students.”
“Just drop it, Kylie.”
“No.” Setting her ice cream aside, she shifted up onto her knees beside him. Regardless of her own feelings, she wasn’t going to let her best friend turn his back on something he wanted. “If you like her, you should do something about it.”
“I said drop it, Kylie Anne.”
There was an undercurrent to his voice she’d never heard before. Even when he’d spanked her in the past it had always been playful. He’d never sounded so… stern.
She kinda liked it.
Curious to see how far he’d take it, she rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You’re not the boss of me, Daniel Hollis.”
Looking up from his ice cream, finally, he raised a brow in a look that had her tummy fluttering. “You’re on thin ice, little girl.”
Little girl. A phrase she’d heard dozens of times from other people, and yet it had never made her heart pound the way it had today. First with Professor Renard, and now with him.
“Listen to you, trying to sound like a big, bad Dom. If I didn’t know any better I might actually—”
Her snarky response ended on a gasp as Danny pounced, tackling her, pinning her on the couch beneath him. Taking her wrists in one hand, he held them above her head, his knee pushing her thighs apart.
“Is this what you want?” Temper and need turned his voice to gravel as his hand ran up her bare thigh. “Someone to pin you down and make you listen?”
“M-maybe,” she gasped out, her own need pulsing between her thighs. “That what you’re going to do, Danny? Make me listen?”
“Fuck, Ky.” The words came out as a low moan. Closing his eyes, he dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing ragged. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know. But I really, really wanna do whatever it is.”
“Me too.” He laughed, but the sound was strained. “But we shouldn’t.”
Disappointment stabbed at her. “Because I’m not her.”
“What?” Confusion twisted his features. “Not who?”
“Nobody. Get off me, please.”
For a moment, she thought he might refuse. And god help her if some part of her didn’t want him to. He could easily overpower her if he had half a mind to, and that knowledge thrilled her on a deep, primal level.
But that wasn’t the kind of man Danny was. Sighing, he pushed up off of her, rising to his feet. “We should talk about this. Tomorrow, when we’re both feeling less… whatever it is we’re feeling now.”
“Right.” It was the mature thing, the right thing to do.
She just wasn’t feeling very mature or very much like doing the right thing just then.
For a long moment, he simply stood there, watching her. Waiting, it seemed like, but she wasn’t sure what the hell he was waiting for.
Finally, he dragged a hand through his hair, leaving it a rumpled mess she found undeniably adorable. “Tomorrow. I’ll come by before breakfast.”
“Sure.”
Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sleep tight, Ky.”
With her heart in her throat, she watched him leave. And tried with everything in her not to break down sobbing when the door shut behind him.