Chapter 7 #2
Despite her claims to the contrary, Professor Renard looked exactly like a stern Mommy as she pointed to the spot next to her.
“There is a wooden ruler in the top left corner of my desk. Retrieve it for me and then come stand right here and take your jeans and underwear down while I get Kylie settled.”
Cheeks burning with embarrassment despite the room being completely empty of other students, he hurried over to her desk to retrieve the ruler, the surprisingly heavy weight of it in his hand making his stomach clench.
Ruler in hand, he moved to her side and reached for the button on his jeans while juggling the ruler.
While he went to work baring himself for his punishment, Professor Renard gave Kylie a hard squeeze. “You were very brave for me, Kylie Anne. But I need to take care of Daniel now. Can you be a Big girl and pull your shorts up for me and go have a seat at your desk?”
Kylie hesitated, then nodded. Rising awkwardly from the professor’s lap, she tugged her shorts and panties back up over her pink bottom and shuffled over to her desk, still sucking on the pacifier like it was a lifeline.
Huh. Maybe he’d been wrong about Kylie not being quite that Little.
But he only had a few seconds to contemplate this new development before he was facedown over Professor Renard’s lap, his cock pressing against the soft flesh of her thighs.
Her skirt had ridden up considerably during Kylie’s spanking, and now the only thing separating his skin from hers was a thin layer of pantyhose.
“I am not making any decisions just yet about being your Mommy,” Professor Renard began, her hand stroking his quivering bottom.
“But if I were to decide to take on that role, I would expect you to set a good example for Kylie. Per your own assessment, she is younger than you when you’re both in a Little headspace, so it’s your job to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble.
Which is why you’ll be getting a dozen with this ruler after your spanking, to remind you to take better care of your friend. ”
“Oh, professor, that’s not fair!” Kylie, who had taken the pacifier from her mouth, cried out in protest. “It was my idea. I should get the ruler!”
“I’m not interested in whose idea it was, but thank you for your honesty, Kylie. What I am interested in, is teaching a naughty boy how to be a good influence.”
With that, her palm connected sharply with his bare skin, sending little shocks of pain through him.
Was she spanking harder than before, or had he just forgotten how much it freaking hurt? Was this why Kylie had freaked out earlier?
Understandable, if so. The woman could spank like nobody’s business.
“If you two want to be mine, you need to understand there will be expectations on both of you.” The quick, sharp swats never faltered as she lectured.
“I expect my submissives to be on their best behavior in public. Acting out like you two have done the past two weeks would not be tolerated. I am harsh, and demanding, and strict. I am not the sweet cuddly Mommy of your dreams.”
“We don’t—ow.” A particularly hard spank landed right on his sit-spot. “We don’t want a cuddly Mommy. We want you.”
“We’ll see how you feel about that once you realize how strict I can be. Hand me that ruler, Daniel James.”
It took all his courage to reach back and hand her the wicked implement. The cool wood tapped against his already aching bottom and he had to bite back a whimper.
“This is just a taste of what my Little boy could expect to receive if he made plans with a friend to act out in class.”
Fire exploded across his bottom and Danny yelped, jerking forward in a desperate attempt to escape the punishing wood.
But her hold on him was like iron, and all he could do was wriggle helplessly while she landed five more blows on his unprotected skin.
Every movement massaged his cock against her thigh, and the mixture of pain and pleasure nearly drove him over the edge despite the seriousness of the situation.
“You’re a good boy, Daniel. Which is why I expect more from you. Six more and then you’re done. Can you take six more for me, sweet boy?”
He could take six dozen if she kept calling him “sweet boy” in that silky, smoky voice of hers. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Such a good Little boy you are. Six more,” she reminded him, a second before the seventh blow fell, the shock of pain bringing tears to his eyes.
By the time she finished, he wasn’t sobbing openly like Kylie had been, but it was pretty close. Tears slipped down his cheeks despite his attempts to fight them back and his bottom hurt.
“Come here, my sweet boy. Kneel between my legs.”
He slid to the floor in front of her, his eyes fluttering closed when her arms came around him, holding him tight against her soft breasts. “There we go. You’re going to be a good boy for me from now on, aren’t you, Daniel?”
“I’ll t-try, Ma’am.”
“That’s all I can ask.” Pulling away, she cupped his face, her thumbs brushing away his tears as her lips curved up in a smile so radiant it nearly blinded him.
“We’re going to snuggle a bit more, until you’re feeling steadier.
Then I want you to take Kylie back to her dorm room and take care of her.
You may apply some arnica to each other’s bottoms, just this once, but you will not engage in any sexual activity. Understood?”
Fucking hell, she might actually be perfect. Maybe she thought he wanted sweet and cuddly, but no. He wanted this. Strict dominance, complete control. All balanced with a bit of cuddling on the side.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy.”
Sighing softly, he leaned into her embrace, letting himself soak up her comfort as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Once his system had settled, he was the one to pull away. “I think I’m good, Ma’am.”
“All right. You take Kylie home and I’ll write you notes for the rest of the day. And then I’ll meet you both at Kylie’s dorm at seven for dinner.”
His heart rate shot through the roof. “Tonight, Ma’am?”
“Tonight, sweet boy.” Gripping his chin, she forced his head back, and his breath caught in his throat. “If I’m going to claim you as mine, I refuse to wait another day.”