Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
He should have just spanked her.
Sitting in the weekly staff meeting with the other Rawhide University professors, Samuel’s mind kept drifting to his naughty little charge. Maybe if he’d just spanked her and gotten it over with this morning, she wouldn’t be consuming his every thought now. Like the way she was going to look with that skirt flipped up and her pretty tights pulled down for Daddy’s paddle.
Because she was absolutely getting her bottom paddled tonight. Not only had she thrown a tantrum just because he’d asked her to do something she didn’t want to do, she’d cussed at him. Again.
Obviously his hand was not making much of an impression. Which wasn’t surprising, given her history at the Ranch, but he’d—perhaps naively—hoped it would be more than twenty-four hours before he would need to escalate her punishments.
“Samuel? Earth to Professor Eaton.”
The sound of his name jolted him out of his internal musings. “Sorry. I was… distracted. ”
At the head of the table, Grant Chambers, Director of Discipline and the closest thing the University currently had to a dean, grinned. “By your charming new ward, I take it?”
Laughter rippled through the small crowd at the table and Samuel sent them all an easy smile. “So you’ve heard.”
“Derek sent out a memo this morning. Which you were probably too busy to read. How’s your hand feeling?” Grant asked with another low chuckle.
“Just fine, thank you. Eliza isn’t quite the hellion I expected from Derek’s descriptions of her.” It wasn’t a lie that his hand was feeling just fine, and if it allowed the rest of the staff to assume that was because Eliza had been exceptionally well-behaved, that wasn’t really his fault now was it?
Seated beside Grant, Dalton Rogers raised both eyebrows in a clear show of surprise. “Really? You’ve already managed to tame the untamable brat?”
“Ah, but can you ever truly tame a brat?” Samuel shrugged. “I believe Eliza and I have come to an understanding. I’m not so bold as to say she won’t be causing you all any issues, but if she does, please let me know so I can discuss them with her at home.”
From Samuel’s right came a snort of laughter from a pretty redheaded woman. Her hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail that reminded him a bit of a cheerleader, but he’d already heard whispers from the students that Professor Addison Renard was not a woman to be trifled with. “If you could get her to finish even one homework assignment, I think we’d all be appreciative.”
“Noted.”
“There’s also the talking in class,” Gray Remington added, his brows furrowed in clear annoyance. “I had her in Intro to Law last year and I spent half the class trying to get her to stop chatting with her friends. The only thing that ever seemed to work was sending her to Grant and even then the punishment only curtailed her behavior for a day or two.”
All around the table, heads bobbed in agreement as Samuel jotted down notes. From the sound of things, he’d certainly have his hands full with his Little Eliza for the foreseeable future.
Though he couldn’t shake the feeling they were all somehow missing something. There was a disconnect between the hellraiser the other professors claimed she was and the vulnerable Little girl he’d seen last night. Yes, she was defiant and snarky, and he’d seen for himself that she had trouble completing assignments. But where the other professors seemed to think it was all intentional on her part, he just… wasn’t sure.
As if thinking about her somehow conjured her, he spotted the dark curls of her ponytail bobbing above the crowd. His heart leapt at the sight and he was halfway down the hall before he realized she was much taller than she should have been. While she was relatively tall even in her flat feet, she was nearly half a head over everyone else in the crowd.
Naughty Little girl.
The sound of her laughter slowed his steps, and he paused just a few feet away to watch her. Head thrown back, her entire face was lit with pure joy at whatever story her friend was relaying.
He’d thought her beautiful before, but seeing her laugh with such sheer, unbridled joy… she was beyond beautiful. She was stunning, almost otherworldly.
But then her friend spotted him, and whatever she said next broke the spell. Eliza’s head whipped around and the joy drained from her expression, replaced with a look that was so clearly “Guilty Little girl” he nearly laughed.
Lifting his hand, he crooked a finger, calling her to him. For a moment he thought she might bolt. Her eyes darted from side to side as if searching for an exit before her shoulders slumped forward and she dragged her way across the hall to his side.
As luck would have it, he was standing right next to an empty classroom. Pushing the door open, he ushered her inside, then followed her in and shut the door behind them.
“Go bend over the desk at the front of the room.”
To her credit, she didn’t argue. She simply hurried over to the large wooden desk he’d pointed to. Dropping her book bag on the floor beside her, she bent over and grabbed the opposite side of the desk.
What a picture she made. The heels, he was forced to admit, added an element of sexiness, especially since they pushed her ass up nice and high.
Perhaps once their relationship had transformed into something deeper, he’d have her wear the heels and the skirt while he fucked her over his own desk.
Doing his best to ignore the way his cock hardened at that mental image, he pulled the plug and lube from his pocket that he’d tucked there that morning just in case. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, naughty Little Eliza?”
“Other than not letting me wear heels is a stupid rule? No, Sir.”
“I never said you can’t ever wear heels, Eliza. I only said I did not want you wearing them today.”
“Oh. I just assumed…”
Moving into position behind her, he tucked the plug and lube under his arm as he flipped her skirt up over her back. Slowly, as much to savor the moment as to build the anticipation for his naughty girl, he peeled her tights and panties down to just below her bottom. “So instead of asking me for clarification, you just decided to break what you assumed was a permanent rule?”
“Well, you never said it was just for today!”
“I also never said it was forever.” Pulling the lube free, he popped the lid and liberally coated her exposed bottom hole. “And if you’d asked to have a conversation about it instead of deciding all on your own it was a stupid rule that didn’t need to be followed, you wouldn’t be here right now getting this naughty little bottom hole punished.”
As he lectured, he pushed a finger inside her, coating her inner walls with the lube while she whimpered and clenched in protest.
“Wouldn’t you much rather have talked about this at home, Eliza?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said through gritted teeth. He had to swallow a laugh as he set the lube aside and opened the box the plug was still sealed in.
“Would you like to know why I was so adamant you change your shoes this morning, little one?”
There was a brief if heavy pause before she answered. “Yes.”
“Because.” Having freed the plug from its plastic case, he pressed it against her puckered little hole. A moment later she gasped as the hard rubber breached that tight ring of muscle at her entrance, and he grinned at the sight of her bottom hole opening for his punishment. It wasn’t a large plug, but with the lubricant he’d chosen, it was more than enough to keep her mind on him the rest of the day. “As we previously discussed, even when you are at school, you are my Little girl. Which means I want you in that mindset at all times. Do those sexy heels make you feel like Daddy’s Little girl, Eliza? ”
“You think I’m sexy?”
“Answer the question, little one.”
Huffing out an annoyed breath, she gave her foot a little stomp that made her bottom jiggle delightfully. “No, of course they don’t. That’s why I wanted to wear them.”
“And that is exactly why I did not want you to wear them. So, in the event that there is something you want to do that Daddy does not want you to do, who do you think makes the final call?”
Silence greeted his question, and he had a feeling she was struggling because she knew the answer, she just didn’t like it.
But the silence only lasted a few seconds. “Oh! Sir, stop, please! Something’s wrong!”
“What’s wrong, little one?” he asked as he continued pushing the plug inside her. He knew exactly what was “wrong”, so he saw no reason to pause her punishment.
“It burns! It’s not supposed to burn like that!”
“Oh, but it is, little one. A bit of peppermint oil in the lube is meant to feel rather… spicy.”
“You bastard .”
“That’s an extra ten on top of the punishment you already earned this morning. I have a feeling a certain Little girl is going to be sleeping on her tummy tonight.”
“I don’t care! I hate this! I hate you!”
The words were a punch to the gut, but he didn’t stop until the plug was finally seated all the way inside her. “I’m sorry to hear that, little one. If you need your safe word, now would be a good time to use it. Otherwise, I’m pulling your panties and tights up and you’ll be sitting on a burning bottom until I come to retrieve you from the library this evening.”
“I don’t need to safeword.”
“All right.” Somehow feeling both proud and disappointed, he tugged her panties and tights back into place. “Time to change your shoes.”
She straightened, her spine rigid as she kicked the heels off. Fury pumped off her in waves as she bent to unzip her backpack and pulled the pink ballet flats from the bag. He waited until she’d changed her shoes and tucked the forbidden heels back into her bag before he pulled her in for a long hug.
“You’re a good girl, Eliza. You just need to learn to control your impulses a bit better.”
“I’m controlling my impulse not to knee you in the balls right now,” she muttered.
“See? Progress already.”
That earned him a giggle before she apparently remembered she was supposed to be mad at him and she quieted, her brows drawing together in a scowl as she pulled out of his arms. “What happens if I take it out before I get home?”
“Then it will go right back where it came from, with extra lube, during your spankings tonight.”
“What if I need to use the bathroom?”
“You know where my classroom is. Come find me and I will make time to help you.”
“Ugh, fine. Whatever. I’m going to the stupid library.”
“Good. And I suggest you use your time wisely because you aren’t going to feel like sitting to finish your homework once we’ve dealt with your misbehavior from this morning.”
He pretended not to notice when she rolled her eyes. Anyone was entitled to a bit of an attitude with their bottom hole burning the way hers was at that moment.
Besides, he had plenty of punishments to dole out this evening anyway. And the rest of the day to plan them.