Page 6 of Learning Little Lizzie

“Ms. Bennett, what are you doing?”

Pushing up slightly, she peered at him over her shoulder. “Getting into position.”

“For?”

She’d never met a Dom who asked so many fucking questions. “To buy low and sell high on the stock market. What does it look like I’m in position for?”

“Your sass is not helping matters, Ms. Bennett. Did I ask you to position yourself in this manner?”

“Well, no. I just figured…”

“You figured wrong. Stand up, please.”

Okay, so it was a little embarrassing that she’d apparently misjudged his intentions. Straightening, she turned and found him sitting in a chair at the front of the classroom, no implement in sight. And she couldn’t help it.

She laughed.

CHAPTER 3

“Come here, Eliza.” Still staring her down, Professor Eaton crooked a finger, clearly indicating she should follow his instructions.

“Seriously? You’re just going to spank me? Like, not even paddle me or anything? That’s it?”

“I can promise you, my hand is all I need.”

If you say so, dude.

“Okay.” Shrugging, she made her way over to him and obediently draped herself across his lap. She almost felt bad for the guy. Obviously Master Derek hadn’t really prepared him for her.

“Little girls under my care do not use naughty words, Eliza. And they certainly do not speak disrespectfully to those in authority over them. Am I making myself clear?”

Ugh. She hated being called a little girl, which was unfortunate somewhere like Rawhide where the place was practically overrun with Littles. Normally, she let it slide, but if he was going to be her guardian, she figured they should lay some ground rules. “Just in case Master Derek didn’t tell you, I’m not a Little.”

“Pardon?”

His too-polite tone set her teeth on edge, but she managed to sound at least somewhat respectful when she answered. “I’m not Little. I don’t do… that.”

“I see.” He ran a hand over her exposed bottom, the gentle touch sending a shiver of need racing up her spine despite having just gotten herself off not two minutes ago. “And that is a hard limit for you? Odd, since it wasn’t marked on your survey.”

Fuck. That stupid survey. Was he going to keep bringing that up? “No, it’s not a limit. I just don’t really like it all that much.”

“Ah, well. It’s unfortunate for you that the entire point of a punishment is that you don’t ‘like it all that much’. So let’s try this again. Do you understand that while you are under my care, you will be punished not only for any swear words, but any disrespect shown toward those in a position of authority here at the Ranch?”

“Yeah.”

“Try again, little girl.”

Her teeth were going to be ground down to nothing at this rate. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to say through her clenched jaw.

“Good.”

Not only was he not using an implement, he didn’t even spank very hard. The swats stung, but not so much that she couldn’t enjoy them.

If she was being entirely honest, the rhythm was almost soothing as he swatted one cheek and then the other, then repeated the action slightly lower. Then higher again, covering her entire ass with a stinging warmth. Under other circumstances, she could have fallen asleep, it was all so warm and lovely.

“Do you know why you’re here, Eliza?”

“Because I swore at Master Derek,” she answered obediently.

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