Page 25 of Learning Little Lizzie

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.

CHAPTER 10

The only thing worse than the burn in her bottom was the rock still sitting in her stomach. Guilt, Kylie had called it at breakfast. But other than a few times when she’d unintentionally done something that had actually hurt someone, she’d never felt guilty about breaking a rule. Ever. It just wasn’t in her nature, the way it seemed to be for some submissives.

So why was she feeling this way about something as silly as changing her shoes? Was it because Samuel kept insisting she was a good girl when she knew damn well she wasn’t? What about him was so different that just knowing she’d disappointed him made her want to cry?

She didn’t have any clearer answers by the time she gingerly settled herself onto a chair in the library. The burn from the peppermint oil had already faded somewhat, but every time she shifted in her seat, it would reignite for a few miserable seconds.

Thankfully, it was only the second day of school so her homework load was relatively light. There were just the math problems her “Daddy” had assigned the day before and a short research paper for her Western Civilization course that was due in a few weeks. And that could wait a bit.

Oh and that stupid workbook from the summer. Ugh.

Which presented a whole new set of problems. If she didn’t do the workbook, would she understand the math homework? But what if she didn’t have time for the homework because she spent all her time doing the workbook?

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