Page 32 of Daddy's Treat

Passing means they can play. That’s all I need.

Just as I’m getting ready to leave, Dean Michaels walks into my office. She’s wearing a tight pencil skirt and a button-down blouse with way too many buttons undone to be appropriate.

“Coach Prescott, I’m glad I caught you.”

“Hello, Dean Michaels, what can I do for you?”

“I’m afraid this isn’t a social call,” she pouts her garish red lips, “We’ve had a complaint about you having an inappropriate relationship with a student. We are concerned about how such a thing will reflect on the reputation of this school.”

“I’m not sure how my relationship could possibly reflect poorly on the school. Especially since there are no rules about fraternization with students.”

“Well, you know how people talk. A man your age with a girl that’s almost half your age. It’s untoward. You should be with a real woman.” She licks her lips, looking me up and down like I’m her next meal. She struts over to me and runs her claw-like nails along my chest and down my abdomen. “A real woman like me. We’ve had some good times, Kade. Dump the little girl, and let’s pick up where we left off.”

“We didn’t leave off anywhere, Camille. We had one date. Two years ago. I’ve done my best to let you down easy. We are better off as colleagues and nothing more.”

She drops the façade. She goes from flirty to pissed off in less than a second. “We will just have to see what the board says about your relationship with Miss Cooper. I wouldn’t count on a contract renewal if I were you.”

I can’t help but laugh at that one. “Yes, let’s ask the board what they think. Do you have any idea the kind of donations having a winning coach on staff brings in? Or the kind of publicity that having two, soon to be three, championships under our belts? I’ve taken this football program from a complete waste of funds to one that is sought after. We’ve had five players drafted. That’s practically unheard of from such a small college. Do you really think the board is going to care about my dating life? Especially when no rule has been broken.”

The dean looks like she could blow smoke out of her ears. She doesn’t seem to know what to say because I’ve called her bluff. She knows as well as I do that the board isn’t going to fire me. As long as I’m bringing home championship trophies and donors are sinking money into the school, my job is secure. More secure than the deans.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, Dean Michaels, I’m late to pick up mygirlfriend.” Okay, that last jab was a little childish, but I’m pissed.

When I get to the building that houses Penny’s last class, she isn’t there. I am an hour late, I should’ve texted her, but I got wrapped up in trying to get my players a second chance, and then Dean Michaels and that whole shit show. I curse under my breath and head to my car, maybe she’s waiting there.

I’m not surprised to see that she’s not there either. She probably walked to the sorority house when I didn’t show up. I go to start my car and notice an envelope stuffed under my windshield wiper. I rip it open and smile when I read the top of the paper, ‘Shortcake’s Fantasy.’

She didn’t wait for me, but she left me a little treat. I’m not surprised by her bubbly pink handwriting. It’s so very her. I’m only mildly surprised by the content of her fantasy. Last night she cried out “daddy” as she came… it was a pretty good indication of at least one of her fantasies. I’ll admit, I came harder than I have in my entire life at hearing her call me daddy. I’ve never considered being a daddy dom before. With Penny, I can see it. She’s a natural submissive, for sure, but she also needs a more nurturing hand. I’ve already taken on that role for her in many ways.

I keep reading her little fantasy, and my cock grows achingly hard. So, my little shortcake wants to be spanked and then fucked in her bad girl pussy. She can consider this one fantasy that’s about to become her reality.

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I makea quick stop at the store for a couple things before heading to the sorority house. The house is oddly quiet when I get there. I knock, but nobody answers. Letting myself in, I make my way to Penny’s room. Again, I knock, but there isn’t an answer. I hear faint music and some other noise I can’t quite make out. I knock again, but she still doesn’t answer. I check the doorknob and find it unlocked. That’s unusual for her. She told me she keeps the door locked all the time because she doesn’t like people barging in on her.

My heart cracks open when I see Penny sitting in the middle of her bed, surrounded by a mound of tissues, two empty bags of candy corn, and a pile of her school stuff. It looks like she just upended her backpack and left everything just as it landed. That’s so not Penny. She’s anal about how she keeps her books and notes. Nothing is ever out of place.

She doesn’t hear me close her door because she’s got the music up so loud on her headphones, she probably wouldn’t hear if there were an elephant dance party going on in the room. She nearly jumps out of her skin when I lightly touch her shoulder. She clutches a hand to her heart and looks up at me with frightened, watery, red-rimmed eyes.

I slowly take her headphones off and set them aside. I pull her chair over and sit down. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head, holding her eyes open wide like she’s desperately trying to not cry in front of me. I remember her fantasy and how she wants me to be the safe place where she’s allowed to cry. “I’ve had a really, really bad day.”

I make a consolatory noise. “Want to talk about it?”

“Can we go home first?”

My heart constricts at her calling my house home. I like that thought way more than I should considering we’ve only been together a short time. I can understand why she feels more at home in my house than here. She’s more than just unhappy living at the sorority house. It makes me mad that her mother basically blackmailed her into pledging. If I had my way, she wouldn’t be living here anymore.

“Yeah, shortcake. Let’s go home.”

I help her put her stuff back in her bag while she grabs a change of clothes. Ten minutes later, we are at my house. As soon as she’s in the door, she slips her shoes off and curls up on what has become her end of the couch. She pulls the fuzzy throw blanket off the back and wraps it around herself.

Penny has never looked more like a little girl than she does in this moment. Her green eyes are bright from crying, and her nose is a little pink. I want to wrap her up in my arms and make whatever it is that’s troubling her disappear.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong, and we will see what we can do to fix it.”

Penny hiccups a little sob, and fresh tears stream down her face. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her give in to emotion like this, ever. No matter the shit that other people throw at her, she always takes it in stride. Holding her head up and not letting it get to her. Whatever is going on is serious.

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