Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Addison
“Who pissed you off this morning?”
Addison shot a glare toward her coworker, Samuel Eaton. Professor Eaton taught mathematics at the University, and unlike her, he seemed plenty chipper. Knowing what she knew about him and his babygirl, Eliza had probably given him some reason to redden her bottom before breakfast.
Which only made the black cloud over her head even blacker. “Nobody.”
“Really? Because you look mad enough to spit nails, whatever that’s supposed to mean.”
Across from them, Grant Chambers grinned. “It probably has something to do with the fact that she’s had to send Kylie Nichols and Daniel Hollis to my office multiple times the past two weeks. What’s going on with those two?”
“If I knew, don’t you think I’d have taken care of it already?” she snapped, earning her more than a few raised brows.
“Sorry.” Closing her eyes, she waved a hand, as if she could physically brush aside her irritation with the situation. “I’m just in a mood, and yes it’s because something is going on with them and I’m not sure what. Ever since I spanked them, they’ve been—”
Eyes snapping open, she cut herself off before she shared more than she meant to. But it was too late. Every professor in attendance was staring at her with open interest.
“You spanked them? When? Why? What happened?” Samuel asked, curiosity filling his voice and eyes.
Praying her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt—especially because there was no real reason for her to be so embarrassed—she tilted her chin in the air. “It’s in the disciplinary report for last month.”
“I believe that’s my cue.” Stepping into the conference room, Derek Hawkins flashed his usual welcoming smile. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I see we’re already discussing the ongoing issue with Kylie and Daniel.”
“We are,” Gray Remington confirmed, his gray eyes sparkling. “Addison was just about to regale us with the tale of the time she spanked them.”
“As I said, it’s in the report,” she ground out between clenched teeth.
“Yes, but clearly we haven’t gotten the full picture.” Now it was Derek piling on, his smile widening. “I was hoping you’d be able to tell us how one little spanking turned one of our best students into an absolute hellion. And why she seems intent to drag Daniel along for the ride.”
“Clarification.” Eyes locked on the laptop screen in front of him, Grant raised a finger. “Kylie only appears to be making trouble in Addison’s class. Nobody else has reported any disciplinary issues.”
Shock had Addison’s mouth falling open. “That can’t be right.”
But as she looked around the table, every one of her peers confirmed Grant’s statement. Kylie and Daniel were only giving her hell. Nobody else.
“But why? It doesn’t make any sense!”
The look Derek sent her was almost pitying. “It would seem to me they’re trying to get your attention, Addison.”
It was, possibly, the only thing that could have shocked her more than finding out she was the target of their naughty behavior. “Me? Why would they want my attention?”
“I suppose you’ll need to ask them.”
Addison
She was still rolling the conversation from the staff meeting around in her mind as she settled in at her desk to prepare for her first class of the day.
It was a Friday, which was both a relief because she was more than ready for the weekend, and a worry because it meant Kylie and Daniel would likely be up to more naughtiness today.
As if just thinking about them somehow managed to conjure them, the door swung open and her two problem students strolled in.
And Addison’s jaw nearly fell to the floor.
Instead of her regulation uniform, Kylie was dressed in an outfit almost identical to the one she’d been wearing the night Addison had spanked them.
Short eighties-style gym shorts in a bright pink revealed every inch of her thick thighs, along with the bottom curve of her ass.
The socks that came up to her knees were striped with rainbows, and they complemented her shirt which bore a drawing of a glittery rainbow with the words “Pretty sure I deserve a spanking” emblazoned on the front.
Oh, little girl. You absolutely do.
“Hi, Professor!” Pulling a lollipop from her mouth, Kylie grinned and wiggled her fingers in greeting. “Happy Friday!”
For a moment, Addison could barely speak. “Ms. Nichols. You are out of uniform.”
“Casual Fridays,” Kylie returned breezily, bouncing to her seat and popping the candy back into her mouth.
“Kylie Anne. It is not even nine o’clock in the morning. You don’t need candy this early. Put that away.”
“Aw, let her have it, Professor.” Daniel made his way toward his desk, his usual breezy smile on his face. “It’s Friday. Let loose a little.”
Though he didn’t really look any different in one of his graphic tees that hinted at some fandom she was clueless about and his favorite jeans, there was something about the way he spoke. Different from his usual tone, but familiar all the same.
“Just because it’s Friday does not mean the rules of my classroom are any different, Daniel James.
And unless you want to find yourself in Mr. Chambers’ office along with your friend, I suggest you keep quiet.
” Turning her attention back to the naughty girl in the front row, Addison narrowed her eyes. “Ms. Nichols. Put the candy away.”
“Mmm.” Rolling her eyes up as though she were giving the request some serious consideration, Kylie shook her head. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“Excuse me, little girl?”
It hit her then, why Kylie’s behavior seemed so out of place. Why Daniel’s playful tone seemed so off, but familiar at the same time. They were both dressed and acting exactly as they had the night she’d spanked them.
They were acting like Littles.
Fuck.
Before the panic could set in, the door opened again and a few students stepped inside. Brittney Jenkins stopped short, her mouth falling open when she spotted Kylie. “Oh my god, Ky, what are you wearing?”
Grinning around her lollipop, Kylie sat up straighter. “Isn’t it cute? Didn’t feel like wearing the uniform today.”
“It’s cute. Adorable, really. But, um… you almost look like a Little.”
“Oh, because I am a Little. Surprise!”
Alarm bells rang in Addison's mind. According to Derek, Kylie’s “Little” status was damn near a state secret. And yet, here she was, openly flaunting it without a care in the world.
Something was going on. But what that something was, she had no fucking clue.
They’re trying to get your attention.
Clearly. But to what end?
“Ms. Jenkins. Mr. Gallagher. Please find your seats.”
The newcomers hurried to their seats, though they continued shooting furtive looks Kylie’s way and whispering to each other.
That scene repeated itself three more times before the bell rang, and Addison wished desperately for a stiff drink as she took her spot at the front of the class.
Kylie still hadn’t put the lollipop away, but there wasn’t much she could do about that since there weren’t any University rules about not eating in class.
It shouldn’t bother her. University students weren’t exactly known for their excellent eating habits, and from what she knew of Kylie Nichols, the girl was incredibly responsible about pretty much everything.
So if she wanted a lollipop one morning, there was no reason for Addison to feel so… whatever she was feeling about it.
And yet, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she should take the candy away.
Maybe put Kylie in the corner for a bit to think about her behavior so far that morning.
The memory of the pretty little blonde squirming in the corner of her dorm room popped into Addison’s mind and moisture pooled between her thighs.
It was going to be a long fucking class.
A fact which became more and more apparent with every passing minute.
Just like that morning two weeks ago, Daniel and Kylie kept turning toward each other, whispering and giggling throughout the class.
They would stop for a minute or two when she scolded them, but then Daniel would toss something at Kylie or Kylie would turn back around and they’d be right back at their shenanigans.
Even the demerit slips she handed out didn’t seem to faze them. After a solid thirty minutes of their disruptive behavior, she’d had enough.
“Ms. Nichols. Mr. Hollis.” She waited for each of them to meet her gaze, and tried to pretend she didn’t see the anticipation glittering in their eyes. “Each of you may go find a separate corner and plant your noses there until you’re ready to behave and stop interrupting my class. Go.”
All around them, the other students erupted in a chorus of Oooohs like a bunch of elementary-school children when someone got called to the principal’s office. Color slashed across Kylie’s cheeks and even Daniel looked embarrassed, but neither of them moved.
And then Kylie looked up, her brown eyes molten with a mixture of need and defiance that had the need in Addison’s lower belly coiling even tighter. “Make me.”
For a moment, you could have heard a pin drop in her classroom, the silence that fell was so absolute.
“Excuse me, little girl?”
The color on Kylie’s cheeks darkened, but she didn’t back down. “I said, ‘Make me,’ Professor.”
Every eye in the room, including Daniel’s, was on them. She had to do something. Calling in Grant at this point felt a bit too much like admitting she couldn’t handle her students, and that would be disastrous for her both as a professor and a Domme.
Stepping forward, she wrapped a hand around Kylie’s upper arm, hauling her to her feet. “All right, little girl. Let’s do this the hard way.”