Page 7 of Learning Little Lizzie

“That’s why you’re being punished, yes. But do you know why you are here, over my lap, getting your bare bottom spanked with my hand instead of bending over for the paddle as you expected?”

The next spank was harder, and she couldn’t quite keep herself from wincing at the sting. Especially when he moved lower, landing a few solid swats right on her sit spots where it always hurt the most. “Not really—ow—Sir.”

“Because, Eliza.” His tone remained conversational, even as he started spanking harder, and she found herself fighting the urge to squirm over his lap. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing the sudden change was getting to her. “Big girls get paddled. Naughty Little girls who don’t know how to behave properly in public get spanked just like this. If you can behave like a Big girl, you’ll receive Big girl punishments. Otherwise, you’ll continue to be treated like the naughty Little girl you are.”

Anger flooded her, and she grabbed the legs of his chair, gripping so hard her knuckles turned white. “I already told you, I am not Little!”

“You’re going to have to convince me of that, Eliza. And until you do, I will be treating you exactly as I would any other Little in my care.”

No. Even Derek wouldn’t go that far.

Would he?

“Are-are you saying you’re a…” God. She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word.

“Yes, Eliza. I’m a Daddy. And as of this afternoon, I am your Daddy.”

“No!” Now she did struggle, squirming and fighting to be set free. But her tormentor only tightened his hold on her and continued spanking. “Let me go, I changed my mind!”

To her shock, it worked. The spanking immediately stopped and a moment later she found herself on her feet, face to face with a blurry Professor Eaton.

Blurry, she realized with a start, because she had tears in her eyes. She almost never cried from a punishment and she certainly never cried from a measly little hand spanking.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

Gripping her chin, Professor Eaton tilted her head back, a move that made her feel even more like a naughty Little than the spanking and lecture had. “I want to be very clear about what you’re saying, Eliza. What did you change your mind about?”

“I don’t want you for a guardian. I’m going to talk to Master Derek. There has to be somebody else in this place he can assign to babysit me.” Someone who isn’t a fucking Daddy.

“Very well. Get dressed, and we’ll walk over to his office together.”

Eliza practically vibrated with righteous fury as she walked the halls of Rawhide Ranch beside him. It amused him that for all Derek had said about how she took every punishment handed down to her with a smile, she’d broken so quickly at the mere prospect of being treated as a Little and forced to call him Daddy.

Apparently nobody had bothered to push the right buttons, before.

Erika looked up from her desk, her eyes going round as Eliza stalked past her to Derek’s office door. “He’s with someone, you’ll have to?—”

But before she could get the rest of the warning out, Eliza threw open the door, and Samuel followed her in. Just in time to see Derek swing a large paddle down to connect with a very red, very bare bottom.

As a woman’s cry echoed around the room, Derek spun to pierce Eliza with a furious glare. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, little girl?”

Maybe if she wasn’t already so angry, Eliza would have thought twice about stomping her foot and matching Derek glare for glare, but Samuel honestly wasn’t sure.

“I need to talk to you. Now.”

“Oh my god? Who is that?” Whoever it was that Derek had bent over his desk was starting to sound panicked. “Master Derek?”

“It’s all right, Luna. Give me just a second.” Shifting to stand in front of Luna, Derek pointed toward the door. “Eliza Jane, you are going to march your naughty bottom out there and plant your nose in a corner. Samuel and I will deal with you in a minute.”

When Eliza started to sputter her protests, Samuel leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Unless you want to leave this office wearing a diaper, and with a pacifier strapped to your mouth, you will obey. Now.”

Fury sparked in her eyes, but she turned on her heel and stomped over to a corner. Arms folded behind her back, spine ramrod straight, for once she looked like the experienced submissive she was.

Samuel closed the door behind them and settled in a chair to wait. It wasn’t long before Derek emerged again, a petite woman with colorful hair tucked under his arm. His gaze flicked to Eliza in the corner before returning to the red-faced woman he’d just finished paddling. “All right, Luna. You can go ahead and report to Chef Connor in the kitchen since that’s where you’ll be spending all your spare time the rest of this week. I do not want to have this conversation again, young lady, am I clear?”

“Y-yes, Sir. I’m s-sorry, Master Derek.”

“I know.” Derek wrapped his arms around the woman for a long moment. “Go on. You’re dismissed.”

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