Page 37 of Learning Little Lizzie

Red flooded her cheeks. “But that’s not fair!”

“It’s about as fair as it gets, actually. So you can either promise me that you will follow the rules, or I can keep your phone with me for the rest of the day.”

“Ugh, fine. I won’t use my phone during class again. Now can I get my phone back so I’m not late? Professor Rogers hates tardiness more than most.”

If it weren’t for the fact that she did need to get to her next class and he had students lining up outside in the hall waiting to be let in, he would have taken care of her attitude then and there. Instead, he pulled her phone from his pocket and rounded the desk. But instead of handing the device over, he gripped her chin between his fingers, forcing her head back. “Be very careful with that attitude, little one. You’re skating on thin ice already this morning.”

“I don’t have an attitude.”

It dawned on him then that not only was arguing with her not getting him anywhere, but that she wanted him to argue. She was spoiling for a fight, though he wasn’t entirely sure why.

So he changed tactics. Bending his head, he brushed a kiss across her pouty lips. Her sharp inhale had him groaning as his cock hardened, and before he knew what he was doing, his lips were pressed against hers, hard and demanding.

He half expected her to resist, since she seemed so intent on fighting him on everything else. But to his surprise and delight, she surrendered to his kiss with a soft whimper.

That first kiss was everything he’d imagined it would be. Soft and sweet, with an underlying sense of urgency that had him fighting back the urge to bend her over his desk for an entirely different reason than spanking her naughty bottom.

When he finally forced himself to lift his head again, her eyes were glazed over, her bruised lips parted slightly as she panted for air.

“Be a good girl for Daddy, Eliza. I’d much rather reward you than punish you tonight.”

“Wha—” She swallowed audibly. “What kind of reward?”

“The kind that ends with you screaming for Daddy as you come all over my fingers. Doesn’t that sound much nicer than getting your bottom paddled or writing lines again?”

“Maybe.”

Stubborn brat. He had to swallow a laugh as he handed over her phone. “Behave yourself today, and I'll show you how much fun it can be to be Daddy’s good Little girl when we get home.”

Snatching her phone from his hand, she hurried out of the room. Grinning at her retreating figure, he called out for his waiting class to enter the room.

And spent the next several hours torn between his duties as a professor and the filthy fantasies he hoped like hell he got to play out tonight.

Meet me in the library before lunch. 911. SOS. Danger Will Robinson, Danger!

After shooting that message off to Kylie, Eliza shoved her phone back into her book bag and hurried down the hall to her next class. She just managed to step into the room as the bell was ringing, which earned her a raised eyebrow from Professor Rogers.

“Cutting it close, Miss Bennett.”

“Sorry, Sir. Professor Eaton needed to speak with me.”

The stern expression on the other professor’s face softened. “Ah. Well, I’ll have to remind your Daddy that if he’s going to keep you after class, you’ll need a tardy pass.”

Oh, god. Was everyone determined to spill her secrets today? “Yes, Sir.”

“Your Daddy?” Annabeth Winters whispered loudly as Eliza took her seat. “Since when did you join the Little brigade, Bennett?”

“Since never. Shut up.”

“Girls.” Professor Rogers called their attention to him with his “You’re about to take a trip to the disciplinarian’s office” voice. This was her third class with him, and Eliza knew that voice well. “Quiet, please, or I’ll be writing out slips for Mr. Chambers. And you, Eliza, should be avoiding that fate more than most.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry.” Once again, Eliza found herself sitting in class with her cheeks burning red hot.

Thankfully, Annabeth seemed just as eager to avoid a trip to the disciplinarian as Eliza was, and she kept her mouth shut for the rest of the class. As soon as the bell rang, Eliza gathered her things and jumped from her seat, racing for the door ahead of everyone else.

“No running in the halls!” Professor Rogers called out behind her.

She forced herself to slow to a fast walk on her way to the library. Kylie was already there, waiting for her with a concerned expression. “What’s going on? What happened? Are you hurt?”

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