Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Addison
Seated behind her desk, waiting for her first class of the day to arrive, Addison forced her attention back to the lesson plan for the day. Her attention kept wanting to stray to a certain blonde Little girl and her protective best friend.
Specifically the way they’d both looked over her knee the night before, their bottoms turning a lovely shade of pink beneath her palm.
Focus, Addison.
Right. Focus on her class, and not the way Kylie would look in the schoolgirl uniform she’d taken to wearing this year.
While the uniforms weren’t required for all students, some preferred the additional structure that wearing one provided, as well as the extra discipline that came with being out of uniform.
Kylie, for reasons that continued to escape Addison, had asked to be added to that group of students at the beginning of the year.
So far, according to the school disciplinary roster, she hadn’t been cited for a single violation, and the school year was almost over.
Every single other student who’d requested a uniform had at least a few marks against them.
But not Kylie. She was perfectly well-behaved, seemingly at all times. It was incredibly rare for any of the other professors to report a need to discipline her or send her to Grant, the school disciplinarian. They hardly even found the need to scold her, as far as Addison could tell.
Daniel was a different story. While he wasn’t nearly as bratty as some of their students, he still seemed to enjoy being in trouble on occasion. Addison had never personally needed to discipline him, but his name did come up at least once during every monthly report.
The door to her classroom opened and her breath caught in her throat at the sight that greeted her.
Kylie, adorable as always in her perfectly pressed uniform, her head thrown back with laughter, presumably at something her companion had said.
Her uniform skirt didn’t quite reach her knees, and every step she took gave Addison a tantalizing view of her creamy, thick thighs.
Her companion, on the other hand, looked every bit the carefree college student. Sporting a graphic tee with a picture of an odd-looking die with the words “They See Me Rollin’” printed on it and a pair of baggy jeans frayed at the hem, he was Kylie’s opposite in every way.
And she found them both entirely too compelling.
“Ms. Nichols. Mr. Hollis.”
The pair paused just inside her classroom, their gazes both locking on her. Pink blossomed in Kylie’s cheeks and Addison couldn’t help but wonder if she was remembering the night before, when she’d been bare-bottomed over Addison’s knee.
“Morning, Professor,” they parroted together before Kylie hurried off to take her usual seat at the front of the class.
Daniel, however, lingered. One corner of his mouth had quirked up in a smile that hinted at some secret he was hiding beneath those boyish good looks. “You look lovely today, Professor Renard.”
She was used to students flirting with her. But usually only at the beginning of the year before they realized she wouldn’t be swayed to go easy on them just because they threw a few pretty words her way. So it knocked her off-balance, this sudden show of interest from him so late in the year.
Right. That’s the only reason you’re “off balance”. Keep telling yourself that.
Keeping her gaze locked on his, she slowly raised one eyebrow. “Thank you, Daniel. Please take your seat.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
He’d said those two words to her dozens of times during her tenure as a Rawhide U professor.
There was no reason to think he meant it any differently now.
But it felt different, and that difference had her clenching her thighs together beneath her desk as her imagination conjured up images of him whispering those words beneath her in bed, his eyes full of mischief.
Or standing in front of her, all sniffly and teary-eyed from a spanking. Or—
Seriously. Stop it.
She forced her gaze away from him as he made his way toward his usual seat, to Kylie’s left and one row back. But in doing so, her attention was drawn to the Little girl in question, and the frown on her face as she watched her best friend settle at his desk.
Maybe she wasn’t a Mommy, but she was a damn good Domme. And every instinct she had was screaming at her that she had two submissives in her presence who were up to no good.
Before she could question them, however, the door opened again and more students streamed in. Addison swallowed her annoyance at the interruption, since it wasn’t their fault class was about to start, and scanned her lesson plan one final time before the bell rang.
When it did, she took her place at the front of the class, clearing her throat once to indicate everyone should quiet down. Which they did.
Except for Kylie and Daniel.
The pair continued their whispered conversation, with Kylie’s giggles ringing out in the otherwise silent classroom. Every other student turned to stare at them, eyes wide with surprise at this new development.
“Ms. Nichols. Mr. Hollis. Eyes on me, please.”
But they didn’t so much as acknowledge she’d spoken.
How to handle them? With pretty much any other student, she would pull them up to the front of the class, bend them over her desk, and make use of the thick wooden school board paddle hanging on the wall for that exact purpose.
And she was tempted to do exactly that. The thought of having them both bent over her desk, their adorable bottoms on display as she reddened them, nearly made her knees weak with need.
Which was exactly why she couldn’t do it.
Getting involved with students at the University wasn’t forbidden—in fact, many of the professors had found their partners in their classrooms—but there were too many variables at play.
If it didn’t work out, then the last few weeks of classes would be wildly uncomfortable.
Perhaps even unbearable, and the last thing she wanted was to sabotage their education because she couldn’t resist her baser urges.
And if it did work out, well, Kylie and Daniel were both graduating next month. Then what? Where would that leave them?
No. Best just to keep her distance for the time being.
With that in mind, she returned to her desk and pulled out two pink slips, making note of their disobedience and her suggested punishments. Carrying the slips over, she slapped one down on each of their desks, making them jump and stare up at her.
“Report to Mr. Chambers after class. Any more disruptions and I will excuse you both from my classroom, and I will double the suggested count on those slips. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The same reply from both of them, but two very different reactions. Daniel’s bottom lip pushed out, just a bit, reminding her of a child who’d just been denied a treat. Whereas Kylie’s eyes filled with tears and she looked like she might start sobbing at any moment.
Ignoring the way her arms ached to hold the sweet Little girl with the tear-filled eyes, Addison returned to the front of the classroom, pinning all of her students with a stern glare to remind them she did not tolerate disruptions in her classroom.
“Now, let’s talk negotiations in the business world.”
Kylie
“My butt hurts.”
Flopping facedown on her bed, Kylie whined as she rubbed at her aching bottom. For two weeks now, she and Danny had been doing everything in their power to get Professor Renard to notice them. But every time, she simply filled out a pink slip and sent them to Mr. Chambers.
Today had been especially difficult. They’d both shown up nearly half an hour late to class, and Kylie had rolled her eyes when Professor Renard had called her out for it.
The resulting caning had left them both with six painful lines across their asses, but still no closer to actually making any progress in their relationship with their gorgeous professor.
“Poor Kylie.” Danny’s voice echoed with sympathy. “You want some arnica?”
“Oh, god, please. I’m so sore.”
Pillowing her head on her arms, she closed her eyes as his large hands flipped up her skirt and tugged her regulation panties down below her bottom. He let out a low whistle and she could hear the wince in his voice when he spoke.
“Damn, Ky. You should have asked me sooner.” Cool lotion coated her cheeks and then his hands were on her, massaging the cream into her skin and she had to bite her lip against the moan that threatened to escape.
A moan that was part relief and part need, because the feel of his hands on her ass was making her feel things she didn’t want to be feeling right now.
Not before they got Professor Renard on board.
“I didn’t think about it.” Had been too mad that her plan wasn’t working to think about the state of her poor ass.
And it wasn’t so much that the punishments were over the top, but more that she wasn’t used to being spanked so often.
She really only ever got into trouble when she was Little, and since those instances were few and far between, she never really built up a tolerance for spankings.
Wait. She usually only got in trouble when she was Little. And that was how Professor Renard found her that day when she’d spanked them.
“Oh my god, Danny. We’re so stupid!”
The hands on her butt stopped their rubbing. “Excuse me?”
Ignoring the hint of steel in his tone, she scrambled to sit up, excitement pumping through her veins. “Okay, so, you know how in science you can’t just run an experiment once and call it a success, right? You have to be able to duplicate the results.”
His eyes went blank for a moment. Science and math were two of his least favorite classes. “Uh… sure.”
“Just trust me on this. The problem we’re having is that we changed too many of the variables. Instead of being caught fighting, we’ve been trying other naughty behaviors. Instead of being in our dorm, we’re in class. And instead of being Little…”
“We’ve been college students.” Now he was following her, and she could see the wheels turning in his mind. “So what variables do we change back? All of them?”
“No.” Shaking her head, Kylie rose to her feet and started pacing.
Or tried to, anyway, before she realized her panties were still tangled around her thighs.
Shimmying them off with an impatient huff, she kicked them aside and resumed pacing.
“We can’t just wait around for her to show up at the dorms. And fighting in class is too risky.
She’s more likely to get Master Derek involved and from everything I’ve heard from other students, we do not want that to happen. ”
“Which leaves us with showing up to class as Littles.”
“Right.” Nodding, she swallowed hard against the nausea bubbling in her stomach. “It’s really the only variable we can control.”
“But you’re not ready for everyone to know you’re a Little. You always said you wanted to wait until after we graduate.”
“I know.” She wasn’t embarrassed by her Little side, not really.
It was just that her Little was so very different from her Big persona.
Wilder, naughtier, more carefree. She couldn’t afford to indulge that side of her outside of a few very carefully controlled settings if she wanted to graduate with honors the way she’d planned.
“But if Professor Renard is secretly a Mommy looking for her Littles, then what choice do we have?”
“Talking to her is still on the table, you know.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, that’s not how romance works.
” Annoyed, she turned and planted her fists on her hips, pinning him with a glare.
“I’ve read nearly every single book in the romance section of this library and nobody ever just talks about their feelings.
It’s always grand gestures and secret schemes to win over the love of your life. ”
“Has it ever occurred to you that those books aren’t exactly… realistic?”
“I know they’re not realistic, Daniel. It’s not like some alien Daddy is going to come whisk me away to his home planet to be his babygirl or I’m going to find myself kidnapped by a billionaire and taken to his kinky age-play island.”
Danny’s eyes went round, then narrowed with suspicion. “What kind of books are you reading?”
Heat blossomed in her cheeks. “Never mind. My point is, they may not be realistic, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t right about some things.”
“Like trying to trick someone into falling in love with us?”
“It’s not tricking her, really. It’s showing her that we can be who she wants us to be.”
Danny sighed. “You know, normally you are the most logical person I know. Something about Professor Renard has your brain all twisted up.”
“Maybe.” Her cheeks grew even hotter. “I feel twisted up around her.”
“Me too.”
“Really?”
“Of course. You’ve seen her.”
“I have.” For the first time since they’d set out on this path, uncertainty began to creep in. “I’m nothing like her.”
“You’re not.” Hunger flashed in his eyes as he pushed to his feet, his arms coming around her. “You’re completely different. And just as beautiful.”
Then his lips were on hers, hot and demanding, and any resistance she thought she had crumbled in an instant. Hands roamed, touching and teasing and exploring, tightening the coil of need in her belly.
When they pulled apart, their breaths were coming in ragged gasps as they stared at each other.
“Whoa,” she whispered.
A sly grin curved his lips. “Hopefully that puts any doubts about how much I want you to rest.” Leaning in, he brushed another, much more chaste kiss over her swollen lips. “Come on, we should go get some dinner. And then we can talk more about your plot to snag us both a hot red-headed Mommy.”