Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Kylie
Shit, shit, shit!
With Professor Renard’s hand clamped around her arm, dragging her toward the front of the room, there was no doubt what was about to happen. And even though it was exactly what Kylie wanted to happen, her heart felt like it might beat right out of her chest at the same time.
She hated being punished in front of other people. It made her feel like a complete failure, having everyone witness what a huge fucking brat she’d been. But this was what she’d wanted, this was the plan, and it was finally going right.
So if she needed to get her ass paddled in front of an entire classroom full of students to win Professor Renard over, then that’s what she would do.
“Mr. Hollis, please grab that chair in the corner for me.”
Danny shot Kylie an apologetic glance before hurrying to do as he was told, grabbing the chair and situating it at the front of the room for Professor Renard.
“Thank you, Daniel. Now, go plant your nose in the corner this chair was in and wait your turn.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
In one swift move, the professor sat and pulled Kylie down over her lap. Kylie nearly sighed at how good it felt to finally be back here, back where she belonged. Being over Addison Renard’s knee almost felt like coming home.
If it hadn’t been for all the people watching.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, little girl, but it stops right now.” A tug and a cool brush of air told Kylie she was officially bare-assed in front of the entire class and heat rushed to her cheeks. “Starting with that lollipop I told you to get rid of. Hand it over, please.”
She’d completely forgotten she was even still sucking on it. Just her luck she’d chosen one that seemed to last forever.
Pulling the stick free, she held it up for Professor Renard to take. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” she whispered, tears already burning the backs of her eyes.
“Oh, you are certainly going to be by the time I’m through with you, Kylie Anne.”
At the first swat from the professor’s hard hand, Kylie jumped, her heart sinking into her stomach as she realized that Addison had, indeed, been holding back during that first spanking.
A lot.
Pain exploded across her bottom, heat engulfing every inch of her exposed skin as her professor’s hand landed again and again. Even worse, however, was the fact that every swat seemed to shove Kylie deeper into her Little space.
“Owie, owie, owie! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I won’t be naughty again, I swear!”
“I certainly hope not. Whatever this attitude you have is, it stops right this second. Am I making myself perfectly clear, little girl?”
“Yes, Ma’am! I’m sorry!”
The self-restraint she’d been able to muster during her first spanking flew right out the window when Professor Renard focused on the sensitive skin right at the top of her thighs. Howling, Kylie fluttered her feet, tangled as they were in her shorts and panties.
“You are a good girl, Kylie Anne.” While the words sounded like praise, the professor’s tone was stern, scolding. “Far too good of a girl to be constantly disrupting my class this way. I am very disappointed in you, young lady.”
Oh, god. Nobody had ever told her they were disappointed in her before. Not even her parents, at least not that she could remember.
A sob rose in her chest, choking her. “P-please. I can’t—I can’t—please.”
The spanking ceased, and then Professor Renard’s voice was ringing out, firm and clear. “Class dismissed. Out, all of you. Not you, Mr. Hollis.”
When the professor spoke again, her voice was softer, quieter. “Shh, baby. Come here, sweetheart. It’s all right. You’re okay. You’re safe, little one.”
Crying too hard to protest, Kylie let herself be helped up, let herself be cradled on her professor’s lap as she wept. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she chanted, burying her face in the other woman’s neck.
“Daniel. There’s an unopened pack of pacifiers in the bottom right drawer of my desk. Would you open the pack and bring me one, please?”
“Oh, um, I don’t think Kylie’s that Little, Ma’am.”
“Daniel. Do as I asked. Now.”
Danny was right. She wasn’t that Little. But she couldn’t seem to get the words out past the sobs.
Besides. She’d been more than naughty enough already. There was no point in making things worse by arguing.
So when something rubber pressed between her lips, she simply opened her mouth and sucked. Surprisingly, it helped.
It helped a lot, actually. All of her attention went to the pacifier, rather than how naughty she’d been, how disappointed the woman she wanted to call Mommy was in her.
And with every passing second, the pressure in her chest eased a little bit more.
Until she could finally draw a deep breath through her nose.
“There we go,” Addison murmured, pressing a kiss to Kylie’s temple. “Feeling better, little one?”
Humiliation crept in, but Kylie nodded. She did feel better, even if she was terribly embarrassed by the way she’d broken down during her spanking.
“Good. Because we clearly need to have a conversation about what’s been going on with the two of you. Daniel, you may begin.”
Danny
Well… shit.
Now that he was standing here, watching his best friend sniffle and whimper around a pacifier while hot-as-fuck Professor Renard watched him with those eerily green eyes, he wasn’t sure exactly what to say.
And the professor was clearly running out of patience.
“Daniel. Either you can explain to me why you two have been hellbent on disrupting my class and only my class for the last two weeks, or I can take you both down to Master Derek and let him deal with you. What’s it going to be?”
Double shit. If Master Derek got involved, they wouldn’t sit properly for a week.
Of course, that was still a possibility once he came clean to Professor Renard, but it was pretty much a given with Master Derek. And, well, they’d wanted her attention and, whoo boy, did they have her attention.
“If I tell you, will you promise not to be mad?” God, he hated how Little he felt right now. Even though he was pretty sure he was more of a Middle, in that moment he felt about five years old, confessing his sins to Mommy.
Professor Renard raised a brow. “I promise to listen to whatever you have to tell me and treat you both fairly, no matter what you’re about to confess.”
That was probably as good as he was going to get, so he nodded and swallowed hard. “Um, okay. Well, the thing is… Kylie and I really like each other. As in… like like each other.”
The corners of her lips twitched. “Mr. Hollis, I regret to inform you this information is not a secret. The entire Ranch is aware of your feelings for each other.”
Embarrassment heated his cheeks. Great. So everyone had been talking about them behind their backs?
On the professor’s lap, Kylie whined and buried her face even deeper in the crook of the other woman’s neck. Professor Renard rubbed at her back, making soft shushing noises.
“It’s all right, Kylie. Everyone thinks it’s rather sweet, actually. But what does that have to do with you two acting out in my class?”
“Well, you may have noticed, we’re both kind of…”
“Little?” she provided, a ghost of a smile on her lips.
“Yeah. Well, I’m more of a Middle, technically.
And Kylie’s definitely a Little, but I don’t really know her age.
She seems to bounce back and forth between like, five or six and closer to my age.
But that’s not the point.” Shaking his head, he tried to think, to get back on track so she’d stop staring at him with those patient, waiting eyes.
“Anyway we aren’t really a good fit because, I mean, I can be kind of toppy sometimes but I’m not a Daddy and Kylie deserves someone who can give her the kind of care she needs when she’s Little.
And, well, we got to talking after that night you spanked us and we realized, um… ”
“Spit it out, Mr. Hollis.”
Dragging in a deep breath, he gathered all his courage and did exactly that. “We want you to be our Mommy.”
Silence fell around them, much like it had when Kylie had refused to go to the corner. When Professor Renard spoke again, shattering the silence, her voice was flat.
“I’m not a Mommy, Daniel.”
“Really? Because—no offense, Ma’am—but you look very much like a Mommy to me right now.”
“Comforting a submissive after an intense punishment is simply being a good Domme. It has nothing to do with being a Mommy.”
“I know that. I’m not stupid.”
He hated being treated like he didn’t know things. Especially when he was in his “Little” space. And some of the hurt he was feeling must have come through in his voice because Professor Renard’s expression softened.
“Of course you aren’t, Daniel. You’re one of my brightest students. I’m just trying to explain that you might be reading more into this interaction than there really is.”
“Maybe you aren’t reading enough into it.
” At her bland stare, he rolled his eyes.
“All right. Say you aren’t a Mommy. Would you be opposed to trying it?
With us, specifically? We wouldn’t have to call you that if the title makes you uncomfortable.
But, well, we’re both really attracted to you, Professor.
Can you at least give us a chance? Go on a date with us, just one date, and we can talk things out, see if we’re a good fit.
If you still aren’t interested after our date, we’ll go back to being perfectly behaved students and we won’t bother you anymore. ”
Another long silence, followed by Professor Renard’s sigh. “All right. One date.”
Hope beat at his chest, almost painful with its intensity. Kylie sat up straighter, her eyes still rimmed with red but now sparkling with the light he was so used to seeing in the deep brown and she grinned around her pacifier.
“But first, I still owe you a spanking for disrupting my class, Daniel James.”
Aw, crap. He’d completely forgotten about that.
Dammit.