Page 70 of Dr. Bad Boy

M: No.

V: Then I guess I’m waiting until Friday.

M: I’m not sure I can.

V: More blushing.

I need to change the subject. It’s late and I’m not selfish enough to keep her awake. Well, I am, but I’ll make an exception for Violet.

M: Speaking of Friday night…What will you wear to work that day?

V: What would you like me to wear?

M: A white blouse. Some kind of skirt.

V: Like a sexy librarian?

M: Something like that.

V: Can’t wait.

We exchange a few more texts back and forth, little words that should mean nothing. But I find myself not wanting to tell her to go to sleep. I want to keep talking to her all night. I want to call her and hear her voice, but if I do that…I don’t know.

I don’t do it, anyway.

And once the texts stop, and she’s said good night, I wish I had.

Friday can’t get here fast enough.

The endof the week finally arrives. I get home an hour before I’m expecting her, and I set out her outfit.

The kilt that makes me rock hard every time I look at it.

Purple Doc Martens, because I want her to be a bit mouthy with me. Bad-ass schoolgirl, not an innocent in Mary Janes, although if she likes this game, we can play it that way another time.

And a pack of Hubba Bubba bubble gum.

I’m dressed up, too. I wore jeans to work today, but when I got home and showered, I put on dress pants, and a buttoned down shirt, top button undone, and a loosened tie.

She’s the mouthy schoolgirl.

And I’m the principal that’s had enough.

Downstairs I move some furniture around. The spanking bench might get used, so I pull that out from the wall, sliding the ottoman over. And I pull one of the wingback chairs closer to my toy cabinet.

Then I turn off most of the lights, so when she comes downstairs, all she’ll see is me sitting in that chair.

I hear the garage door open, then the quiet click of her letting herself in. A pause as she looks at what I’ve laid out.

A chuckle as she figures out it’s not exactly naughty librarian night in the kink factory.

I take my seat and wait.

She’s been such a distraction in class. Teasing her teachers and upsetting the other students with her shocking stories of what she did on her vacation.

We can’t have that kind of behaviour here at Donovan Academy. As the principal, it’s my job to lay down the law. Dole out punishment.

Ensure that all our pupils—even mature students like Ms. Roberts—contain themselves.

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