Page 24 of Learning Little Lizzie

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?”

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