Page 27 of Learning Little Lizzie

But she didn’t, and the array of numbers and letters in front of her might as well have been an alien language.

“Fuck this,” she muttered to herself, shoving the math book back into her bag. She’d just have to swallow her pride later and ask Samuel for help. Surely one of the benefits of having a professor for a Daddy was getting one-on-one help.

Just as she was zipping her bag up again, a shadow fell over her. She looked up to find Kylie standing in front of her, holding a giant cup of coffee.

“Oh my god. My hero!” Taking the cup, she lifted it to her lips and sipped. “Mmm. Pumpkin spice latte. You know the way to my heart.”

“I do, and it sounded like you could use a pick-me-up.” Dropping onto the seat at the table across from Eliza, Kylie sent her a sympathetic smile. “Rough day?”

“The roughest.”

“I, ah, noticed you’re still wearing the flats.”

“Wearing the flats again, you mean. I changed into the heels before Business Law, but Samuel caught me.”

Kylie winced. “Uh oh. Are you in trouble?”

“So much fucking trouble, Ky. He put a plug in my ass, and the lube had peppermint oil in it or something and it fucking burns. And that’s not even counting all the spankings I have coming when I get home. I just keep racking them up.”

“It’s always a struggle to get used to new rules and expectations.” Lips twitching, Kylie took a sip of her own coffee. “Especially with someone as stubborn as you.”

“I am not stubborn. I just don’t see why I should be expected to follow all these stupid rules.”

“Because they’re the rules, babe. That’s kind of the point of having them.”

“But some of them are just stupid. Like, why can’t I wear the shoes I want to wear?”

“I don’t know. Did you ask him?”

“Not really.” Shifting a bit under Kylie’s unwavering gaze, she winced as the peppermint oil flared to life again. “He did say it’s to help me stay in the mindset of being his Little girl. Which I hate.”

“I know you do but… it kinda makes sense.” At Eliza’s glare, Kylie just rolled her eyes. “Well, it does. He knows he’s locked in a battle of wills with you right now, and he’s not going to give you any kind of leeway until you’ve proven you can be trusted with it. And breaking every single rule he gives you isn’t exactly proving that to him, babe.”

“I shouldn’t have to prove anything. Shouldn’t he just trust me until I do something to prove I don’t deserve his trust?”

“Under ideal circumstances, sure. But you’ve already proven to Master Derek and the rest of the Ranch that if someone gives you an inch you’re going to take a mile. I love you, Eliza, I really do. But if I’m being completely blunt here, I think the way he’s going about this is probably the best way, in the long run.”

Betrayal burned in her stomach, worsened by the niggling thought that Kylie was probably right. Which meant Samuel was, as galling as it may have been, also right. “Even all the ‘Little girl’ stuff? Knowing how much I hate it?”

Kylie shrugged. “If it bothers you that much, make ageplay a limit.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Then you don’t get to bitch when he uses tactics you despise. And, I’m sorry, but it’s obviously working. The fact that you’re here in the library, doing homework, is a testament to his process. Speaking of, are you finished? I’ve got some stuff I can do if you’re still working, but if you’re finished for the day I can wait until I get back to the dorm.”

The unfinished math homework and as-yet-unstarted history paper silently mocked her from her backpack. But she didn’t know when she’d get to just hang out with Kylie like this again now that they weren’t living together. And she’d already made up her mind to ask Samuel for help on the math stuff, and she had more than enough time to work on the history paper.

“All done. I can’t leave the library, though.”

“Wow, he really is strict, isn’t he? No problem.” Eyes sparkling, Kylie rose from her chair and held out a hand. “Let’s go check out the romance section. Maybe if Emily can point us in the direction of some naughty Daddy books for you to read, you’ll find you don’t hate the idea of having a Daddy as much as you think you do.”

“Yeah, right. And for my next trick, I’ll make pigs fly.”

He found her curled up on a beanbag chair in the romance section of the library, a pretty blush on her cheeks as she flipped the page on an Arabella Cole novel. Arabella, he happened to know, was the pseudonym used by one of the professors here at Rawhide University. His real name was Dalton Rogers and as a professor he had a love of classic literature, but as Arabella, he wrote incredibly filthy books filled with deep ageplay.

Interesting reading for a girl who claimed to hate the idea of having a Daddy as much as his little Eliza.

“Enjoying your book, little one?”

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