Page 10 of Playing By Their Rules

I sigh. “Did she suck on a lollipop during your lecture?”

Laughing a little, he says, “No, she must have been saving that particular torture for you. Did she talk to you?”

“No,” I say. “You?”

“She barely looked at me.”

“I want to put that brat over my knee. She’s been due a spanking for five fucking years now.”

“Careful,” he cautions. “We’re her professors now.”

I don’t fucking care. I want my palm on her skin, getting her ass nice and pink, her pussy nice and wet.

4

RECKLESS RENDEZVOUS

Maisie

After Intro to Psych, I duck into a restroom, lock myself in a stall, and try not to hyperventilate.

First, there was the “age twenty-five” answer that I provided. Age twenty-five is when the frontal lobes are, in most people, fully developed. It cannot be a coincidence that Ethan and Chance, two strong, protective men with kinky proclivities, made it a rule to only mess around with women twenty-five and up.

It doesn’t take away the fact that they turned me down.

Sitting in Ethan’s classroom didn’t go exactly as I’d envisioned. I don’t know what I wanted, exactly. Did I want Professor Ethan Carlisle to order the entire lecture hall to be emptied, and he’d say, “Except for you, Ms. Maisie Kanne. We need to talk.” And he’d fold his arms across his chest. Chance would appear out of thin air and the two of them would give me a very stern talking-to before deciding on my punishment. I’d be forced to endure a spanking, then suck their cocks, and then, only if I was a very good girl, they might fuck me.

The fantasy makes me hot, makes me wet.

But of course, the man barely looked at me.

Beyond his initial reaction, Chance barely looked at me, either.

I wanted to torture them, but perhaps I’ve miscalculated the strength of their desire. After all, they had me half-naked in front of them before, and they were able to send me away.

It still stings.

Am I torturing myself instead? All of these fantasies. Five years of fantasies. I’ve gotten off so many times to thoughts of these men, to the mental image of them spanking me and making me call them Daddy. I should just let it all go, but I can’t.

Leaning my head against the cool metal door, I struggle to think. I’m going to need to up the ante, see exactly how far I can push them, how far I can push myself.

An idea pops into my head. It’s wild. Reckless. Risky. Hot.

I’m going to do it.

And I’m going to need help.

“Maisie, are you in here?” a female voice calls.

It’s Mina.

“Yeah…how’d you find me?”

“I knew you had Intro to Psych, and you didn’t meet me out front like we planned. I was worried so I started checking the bathrooms.”

She’s also miffed; I can hear the tension in her voice. Just like I did with my clothes this morning, I changed my courses at the last minute without telling her. I’m probably being childish in not wanting to be copied, but honestly, the two of us need to get a little space from each other.

I emerge from the bathroom stall to see Mina standing next to the sinks, her worried expression meeting mine. Her naturally light brown hair is dyed much darker, nearly black, and her oversized sweatshirt hangs over her jeans. Currently, she’s hugging her arms around herself and looking small.

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