Page 5 of Learning Little Lizzie

“No, Sir.” Her limits were sparse because she wanted them that way. “I can handle anything you throw at me.” That was pride, and she knew it, but she had no intention of backing down from it.

If her new guardian was put off by her response, it didn’t show. “We’ll see about that. Jeans and panties off.”

“Off, Sir?” Normally the Rawhide staff, both at the University and the Ranch as a whole, just made her pull them down to her knees.

“Off. You won’t be needing them the rest of the day.”

The idea of wandering the halls of the University half naked wasn’t particularly appealing, but it wasn’t even close to the worst punishment she’d received in these hallowed halls. He was going to have to try a hell of a lot harder than that to break her. With a deliberately nonchalant shrug, she peeled her jeans off and tossed them over the desk beside her, followed by her panties.

Disappointment pricked at her when he ignored the mess and simply continued to stare her down. But at his next words, she forgot all about being disappointed. “Are you aroused, Ms. Bennett?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Answer me, please.”

Punishments at Rawhide had always been very professional, almost clinical. And, she was realizing now, she’d gotten used to having that distance with her disciplinarians. The thought of having it removed, of being forced into a more intimate arrangement was far more intimidating than she’d expected it to be.

Not that she could let him know that, of course. So she smiled, deliberately making it a little cocky, a little smug. “I’m a masochist at a BDSM Ranch. I’m always aroused, Professor.” More so than usual thanks to his bossy ways, but again, those were “just for Eliza” thoughts.

“I see. Well, we can’t have you distracted during your discipline. Do you require the assistance of a vibrator, or can you manage on your own?”

Years of practice at hiding her true reactions kept her jaw from dropping to the floor. Was he actually asking her to get herself off?

Either he was looking for a show, or he was hoping to embarrass her. She was more than happy to give him the former, but it would be a cold day in hell before she gave him the satisfaction of the latter. “I wouldn’t say no to some help.”

“Very well.”

Returning to the front of the room, he pulled open a drawer in his desk, and retrieved a plain pink vibrator still wrapped in its casing. The sleek column wasn’t anything to write home about, but it would get the job done.

His expression didn’t give anything away as he opened the casing and popped in the required batteries before handing over the vibrator. Not even a flicker of interest shone in his eyes, which bothered her more than she cared to admit. Putting on a show for a man who found her desirable was sexy and fun. Getting herself off in front of a man who looked almost bored by her presence was considerably less of both those things.

But she took the vibrator from him and flipped the switch, all while keeping her gaze locked on his. Letting a sexy smile curve her lips, she pressed the buzzing column against her clit.

It wasn’t all for show when she let out a low moan. Regardless of the circumstances, the vibrations felt amazing, and at this rate it wouldn’t be long before she came.

Letting her head fall back, she planted her feet more firmly on the floor and arched up, one hand moving behind her to grip the edge of the desk. She started to moan, then caught her bottom lip between her teeth, allowing herself only a small whimper instead.

In her experience, Doms were total suckers for whimpers.

“Oh, professor,” she moaned, rolling her hips as the vibrator worked her toward her release. “I’m so close.”

“Good. We may still get some studying done if this doesn’t take much longer.”

Hurt stabbed at her chest. He could at least pretend to be enjoying the show. Asshole.

When the orgasm came, it was quite possibly the least satisfying one she’d ever had. While it did the job of relieving her arousal, she didn’t feel that same rush of euphoria she normally did after a self-love session.

Switching the vibe off, she handed it back to him, unable to stop herself from blushing a bit when he made a show of thoroughly cleaning it before returning it to the desk drawer.

“Now that we’ve removed that particular distraction, let’s discuss your behavior this afternoon. Not only did you swear in my classroom after I made it clear I would not tolerate such behavior, you directed your crass language at the owner of Rawhide Ranch. Do you have anything to say for yourself, little girl?”

“Nope.” That wasn’t entirely true. She did feel a little bad about swearing at Master Derek. He’d always treated her well, even when she knew she’d been driving him absolutely batty. But he’d also kind of deserved it after dropping that “guardian” bombshell on her with zero warning. So as far as she was concerned, they were even.

She had a feeling her new guardian did not agree.

“Very well.”

When he stepped away, she turned and braced her forearms on the desk behind her, presenting her bottom for whatever implement he had in mind.

---