Page 24 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

Isent Percy home before I changed into my new duds. I didn’t typically wear lingerie, so I expected to blow Hale’s mind.

As I inspected my reflection, I chewed my lower lip. It was hot, but it was also unlike anything I’d ever worn for him before. I nervously pulled at the short, plaid skirt and adjusted the tie of the shirt that barely covered my boobs.

Maybe fantasy play was too weird for us.

No. I looked cute and playful. The whole point was to escape reality, and this was definitely far away from normal for us.

I twisted my hair into two messy buns instead of my usual single one. Then I put onmy blue light glasses and some fruit flavored gloss. Perfect.

If only I’d been this hot in high school.

The door opened and I rushed to the steps, making sure it was Hale.

“Rayne?”

“I’m up here,” I called, rushing back into the master bedroom and dropping to my knees on the carpet. “Ouch.” I stretched to the bed and stole a pillow, stuffing it under my knees as I faced the door.

My heart raced as his footsteps climbed the stairs. Too late to back out now. “Did you ea—” His words cut off. “What…” He laughed nervously. “What’s this?”

I held out a sheet of paper I’d ripped off the notepad in the drawer. “I didn’t do my assignment, sir.”

He tossed his carry-on by the door and rubbed his jaw. “You bad girl.”

His words sent a wave of excitement through me. I nodded repentantly. “Yes, I’ve been very,verybad.”

“Jesus, Rayne.” He chuckled and crossed the room, never taking his eyes off me. “Where did you get that outfit?”

“What do you mean? This is myusual school uniform.”

He closed the distance. Towering over me in his tailored suit, he dragged a finger between my boobs where the blouse gaped open. “And you say you didn’t do your homework?”

I shook my head, looking up at him with big eyes. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He caught my chin in a gentle grip, dragging his thumb over my lips and smearing the sticky gloss to my cheek. “How sorry?”

“Very. I was hoping there might be some extra credit I could do for you.”

“Hmm.” He circled me slowly. “First, you’ll need to be disciplined.”

My head cocked. “Disciplined?” That was a little off-script, but I decided to go with it.

“You want to make this right, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

The metal of his belt clinked as he loosened his clothes. “Then get your ass over here.” He lowered onto the bench at the foot of the bed and patted his lap.

I moved to stand?—

“Eh, eh, eh.” He held out a finger. “Did I say you could stand?”

Hiding a smirk, I shifted to my hands and knees and crawled to him. “How do you want me, sir.”

He stretched out his legs and patted his lap. “Face down, ass up.”

I swallowed tightly, a little nervous and completely surprised by how quickly he jumped into his role. Was he really going to punish me? “Hale?—”

“It’s Mr. Davenport.”

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