Page 22 of Learning Little Lizzie

Refusing to think about why she wanted to look sexy today of all days, she backtracked to her bedroom and ripped open the box marked “Shoes”. Well, one of the boxes. Honestly, she hadn’t even realized how many shoes she actually had until she’d been packing them all up.

Grabbing her white stilettos, she dropped them to the floor and slipped her feet inside. They’d hurt like hell after a little while, but they were sexy as fuck and helped to elevate her outfit from “Little girl” to “sexy woman” which made her feel even better about wearing it.

But her happiness with her choices only lasted until she stepped out into the hallway and came face to face with her guardian. The moment he spotted the shoes, his welcoming smile turned to a frown. “Absolutely not.”

“Um, you picked this outfit out for me, remember?”

“Not with those shoes. I’m sure you have a pair of ballet flats or something that would be far more appropriate.”

“These are plenty appropriate.”

“Not for my Little girl they aren’t.”

Irritation, fueled by the humiliation of being treated like a Little yet again, pricked at her. “Well, I’m not anyone’s Little girl, so I guess the shoes can stay.”

“Eliza, you can either go pick out a new pair of shoes yourself or you can stand in the corner with a sore bottom while Daddy picks them out for you. Those are your choices.”

“Oh my god, you are so fucking unreasonable!” Turning on her heel, she stomped back into her room, making sure to slam the door behind her. At this point she didn’t even care if he spanked her. The knot in her stomach was just because she was angry, not because she was in trouble. Again.

But he didn’t come storming in behind her waving a paddle, and the knot in her stomach grew bigger as she searched for a different pair of shoes. The hot pink ballet flats actually matched the skirt pretty well and looked really damn cute. If she’d picked them out for herself without being forced to wear them, she probably would have liked them.

Not as much as the heels, though. She really, really liked the heels. Moving on pure impulse, she grabbed the stilettos and shoved them into her book bag before slinging it over her shoulder and returning to the hallway where her guardian was waiting for her.

“Much better. And not at all worth that temper tantrum, was it?”

“It wasn’t a tantrum.” Okay, maybe it had been pretty close to a tantrum. And realizing that made her feel even more like a Little than being forced to change her shoes had. “Can we go now?”

“We can, if you’d rather wait for your spanking. I don’t mind making a naughty girl squirm all day.”

“You’re seriously going to spank me for picking out shoes you didn’t like?”

Temper flashed in his eyes, surprising her. “I think you know that is not why you are in trouble, little girl. You earned yourself a spanking with that tantrum, and by swearing at Daddy.”

“I didn’t…” Shit. She had called him “fucking unreasonable”, hadn’t she? “Sorry,” she mumbled, the knot in her stomach tightening to the point she thought she might be sick.

“Apology accepted. Now, would you like your spanking now or tonight?”

“I want to go to breakfast.”

She was deliberately avoiding answering the question, and she had a feeling he knew it. But he simply shrugged and gestured to the front door. “Tonight, then.”

“Fine by me.”

The ride over to the main building was miserably silent, and she found herself wishing more than once that she’d just asked for her spanking before they left. Maybe then she wouldn’t have this weird feeling in her tummy and she wouldn’t constantly be blinking back tears.

He dropped her off at the main building with an admonishment to “Be good” and a reminder that he would pick her up at the library after his last class of the day. Eliza hurried toward the cafeteria, relief making her knees weak when she spotted Kylie.

“You made it! How was your—oof.” Kylie’s greeting was cut off by Eliza hurling herself at her best friend. “Rough morning, sweetie?”

“The worst.” Dropping onto the closest seat without even bothering to head up to the food line, Eliza groaned. “It started out okay but then he told me I have to stay in the library from the end of lunch until he picks me up after his last class which is hours. And he locked my phone!”

“He locked your phone? So we can’t even chat during the day?” Horror filled Kylie’s eyes, and Eliza was tempted to lie. But she figured her guardian’s tyranny stood on its own without her embellishing the truth.

“No, I can still text and stuff. I just can’t do literally anything else. And he’s the only person I’m allowed to call until like six o’clock every single night.”

“Okay, well, that kinda sucks but at least you can still talk to us. I’m sorry, hon. I know this is really hard for you.”

“He made me change my shoes.”

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