Page 25 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

My heart rate spiked as I looked down at his lap, noting the bulge of his erection. “Yes, Mr. Davenport.” I climbed over his lap and lowered my torso to his legs so my hands were planted on the floor, and my ass pointed in the air.

“That’s better.” His hand trailed slowly up my thigh, lifting the skirt and exposing the silk thong wedged between my ass cheeks. The press of his arousal prodding at my rib served as a constant reminder that he was turned on.

“What was the assignment, Rayne?”

“Um…” It was hard to think with the blood rushing to my head and his fingers tickling my ass.

He scraped his fingernails over the soft skin of my ass, and my spine lengthened. I was extremely ticklish on my butt, and he knew it. “I’m waiting.”

I blurtedthe first thing that came to mind. “The principles of operational management!”

Shit.I inwardly winced. Those damn principles were impossible for me to memorize, even after Hale spent hours trying to help me study them last semester. I was pretty sure my professor was a sadist who hated me for my new last name. I barely ended up passing that class.

Hale’s chuckle was low. He had me right where he wanted. “And what are those principles, Rayne?”

I could have picked anything. I could have said the Pledge of Allegiance or state capitols. Anything that would have been easy, but no. I chose the one thing my brain was determined to forget.

“Um—Ah!” The sound of his palm slapping my ass echoed through the cavernous suite and I blinked in shock.

He spanked me. He literally spanked me. It took a second to process.

“Umis not a principle.”

Holy shit he was actually planning on disciplining me. Role-playing just got very real as my ass started to burn from the imprint of his palm.

“I’m waiting.”

“S—strategic m—management,” I stammered, racking my brain for the principle concepts.

“And what is strategic management, Rayne.”

Hale could be a tenured teacher at any university for all he knew about business. I, on the other hand, was a low B student on my best day and a C student on most days.

“Or—organizational strategies!” I rushed out.

“More detail please.” His nails scraped over my tender ass.

Shit. I was so fucked. “Organizational strategies and formulation within competitive environments.”

“You’re missing something.”

I panicked and blurted, “While understanding industrial dynamics and the effects of globalization.” Holy shit! I couldn’t believe I remembered that.

“Very good.” He rewarded me by gently massaging my ass cheek and soothing away the burn. “What’s the next principle.”

Well, fuck.

It had something to do with style and technique, but I couldn’t remember the name. “Ah!”

“That’s for making me wait. You clearly haven’t studied.”

Clearly. “I’m sorry, sir, I must have been too busy fucking my husband.”

He stilled. “Is this a joke to you?”

I smothered a laugh. “No, sir. I’m taking this very seriously, as is my ass.”

He swatted me again, this time a little harder, and my body rocked forward. “Watch your language.”

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