Page 38 of Playing By Their Rules

“Boys?” I ask.

She gasps and looks to the side, meeting my eyes. Quickly looking away, she says, “N-no, of course not, Professor Carlisle.”

“I don’t believe you, Miss Kanne.” I glare back at her and fold my arms across my chest.

Shoulders slumping, she says, “Well, fine. Maybe it has to do with boys. I’m just…I’m so inexperienced.”

Oh, fuck me. My dick is raging hard. In a strangled voice, I say, “We could help you with that. With some more tutoring.”

“Really?” She blinks at me, all innocence, and tries to hold back her wicked smile that keeps trying to appear.

Chance clears his throat. “First, though, Miss Kanne, you tried to lie to us—your professors who want to help you. Consequences must be given.”

“Consequences?” she asks slowly, as if sounding out the word.

“Indeed,” I say, standing.

Chance comes to the desk and stands on the other side of her. Her breath hitches as she looks between the two of us.

“What do I need to do?” she asks.

“Lean over on the desk,” I say. “Forearms down, hands flat in front of you.”

She does as I ask. Grabbing her hips, I tug back so that she’s bent at the waist, her ass sticking out. Her skirt rides up in this position, giving me a glimpse of the tops of her thighs.

“We’re going to give you a punishment to teach you not to lie to your professors,” Chance says. “And then if you’re worried about experience, we can teach you about boys, too.”

Fuck, this is kinky. We haven’t done anything like this before, but there’s no denying how right it feels in this moment.

Chance lifts up her skirt, flipping it over her back and revealing a pair of plain white panties.

Smoothing a hand over her back, I say, “Are you doing all right, Miss Kanne?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers.

“Good.”

Her ass quivers as Chance grips the waistband of her panties and eases them down.

“So wet,” he murmurs.

“Is that bad?” she asks in a small voice. “I’m embarrassed, professors.”

“It’s very good,” Chance says. “We have a lot to teach you about boys, Miss Kanne.”

I rub my palm over her bare ass, reveling in the soft, pale skin. “But first we must punish you.”

I step back to allow Chance to take this spanking, but after one swat, he gestures that I should alternate with him. I grin. Spankings are my fucking favorite. And the way Maisie jerks forward at each impact at first has me wanting to rub my cock, squeeze out some of my lust. Instead, I focus on spanking our girl.

“Ow,” she says, even though we aren’t spanking hard.

As soon as she’s warmed up, though, we alternate harder spankings over the globes of her sexy ass and the tops of her thighs. She squeals at first, but after a dozen spanks, she gets quiet. Floating, I suspect, inching into subspace.

Her ass is nice and pink. Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, angel?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes. “Will you teach me more about boys now?”

I look up at Chance, who looks supremely satisfied. We got our girl nice and happy. “Top drawer,” I say to Chance.

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